Spencer looked at himself in the mirror one more time. He tightened the tie under his vest one more time, double checked all the buttons had been fastened in their right spot. He took a few slow, calming breaths before grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. It was an understatement saying he was nervous, he had little dating experience, and obviously none of those relationships lasted very long, or else he wouldn't be single. He was just an awkward guy, a human computer-if you will. He hoped he wouldn't make a huge fool out of himself tonight. He really did like her. He tried to relax himself with the thought that she had actually agreed to the date.

But that only helped him a little.

Caitlin paced her apartment for about the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, she'd probably leave marks if she didn't stop soon. She grabbed her cell phone a dialed her best friend, Alicia, for what seemed like the 18th time that day.

"Yes?" An irritated voice said over the phone.

"What if he stands me up?" Caitlin said sounding incredibly nervous.

"He's not going to." Alicia stated firmly.

"How do you know? You've never met him."

"Yes, but he called you last night to make sure you still wanted to go. So that means he's pretty sure about taking you." Alicia said for probably the 4th time that day.

"Yes but-" Before Caitlin could finish she heard a light knock on her door. Her heart felt like exploding.

"Lish, I have to go!" And with that she slapped her phone shut and headed for the door. She stopped to check her hair in the hallway mirror. She looked decent enough. She hoped he thought she looked good.

She took a much needed breath, and opened the door. Spencer was standing there. He looked adorable. Black pants, a white button-down shirt, a red tie, and a black vest to go over it. She just wanted to hug him.

"Hi," He greeted. He looked about as nervous as she felt.

"Hi," She said smiling. He showed up, and that relaxed her a lot.

"Well we should go." He said, not sure what to say next. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the building and to his car. He opened the door for her, and helped her in.

"You look great tonight." He told her once he got in his side.

"Thank you, you look very nice too." She told him honestly. She felt comfortable with him.

"What were you listening to last?" She asked him as she reached for the play button on the built-in CD player. The familiar music filled the car.

"Arcade fire!" The both said at the same time. She smiled.

"You continue to amaze me," She told him honestly.

They pulled up to what looked like an Italian restaurant. He opened her door for her, and helped her out, grabbed her hand and led her inside. Once they got seated and ordered drinks, Caitlin turned to him.

"So…" She started. "What is there to know about you Spencer?" She asked, starring into his eyes. They were a nice hazel shade.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

She shrugged. "Everything, I guess. Start from the beginning." She told him.

"Well, um…., I'm from Las Vegas," He looked up to see her expression. She was grinning.

"Yes, Las Vegas has suburbs and schools; it's not just bars and casinos." He told her grinning. She laughed.

"I'm sorry, continue," She prompted.

"Well, um, I don' know, I guess I had a pretty normal life. I, um, graduated high school when I was 12," He dropped his gaze. Most people would start to think he was a freak when they found that out.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah." He said, his gaze still down.

"That must've sucked. I mean, you were really young, high school that early. Must've been terrible." She said, sounding, much to his surprise, sad and….caring.

He shrugged. "Wasn't too bad." He told her. It was obvious to her that he was lying. She wouldn't press on it though. Story for another time.

"And then you went to college, I assume."

"Yeah, I went to Caltech, and earned three doctorates in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering. I also have degrees in Psychology and Sociology." He said. Spencer mentally slapped himself. Well, there went any chance he had with her.

"Are you serious?" She asked, sounding surprised. He nodded.

"That's really impressive." She told him. He looked up at her, she really meant it. She wasn't creped out by it.

"How about you?" He asked her. "Where are you from? Did you go to school?"

"I'm from New Jersey." A small smile spread across her face. "I went to NYU, and studied Human Development for four years, and earned an undergraduate degree. I was planning on being a psychiatrist. And then I went to the New York Academy of Art and got a degree in painting, and sculpting."

"Why the sudden change? Psychiatry to art?" He asked curiously.

"I don't really know. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I kind of wanted to create more than anything else. And, I don't know, I guess picking apart people's minds' isn't really my calling." She told him honestly. She looked up at him and smiled.

Having an eidetic memory was bitter-sweet. Sometimes you couldn't forget things you saw or heard, that you wanted to block from your mind, but wasn't able to. And others times you were able to remember everything moment of an amazing experience, like he was having with Caitlin that night. He was glad he'd be able to remember exactly what she was wearing, how beautiful she was, how that black dress hung loosely around her. He smiled to himself. Everything felt, good. And for once in a very long time, Spencer felt, well, truly happy, and completely at peace.