[ WP ] As you grow up you realize you can understand and can speak all languages . You get used to by time . But one day you hear someone/something speak a language which you ca n't understand .

John's face flushed red, and a slight warmth crept across his cheeks. 
 
 Perhaps it was the heat? A cool breeze quickly dismissed the notion. 
 
 Embarrassment? It could n't be. He could n't even recall the last time he had felt this way. 
 
 John always had a natural affinity to languages. In fact, calling it a natural affinity would be selling it short. English, Chinese, German, Japanese, or even sign language, he could understand and speak ( or sign ) it all. And he could do it all *perfectly*. 
 
 As it turns out, when one fully grasps every language, it becomes quite easy to understand intentions, avoid misunderstandings, and, as a result, avoid embarrassment. 
 
 Yet what else could this be but embarrassment? 
 
 `` I'm sorry? ``, stammered John nervously, for the first time unsure of what he had heard. 
 
 `` Oh... never mind... it's ok. You're probably busy. I should get going. Just ignore what I said. Nice talking to you.'' Muttered Amy haphazardly, rushing together multiple strings of sentences in such a flurry that they seemed to all blur together. 
 
 A prodigy. That's what they all called him at first. When his talent was first discovered his parents were overjoyed and the media fascinated. He was flown to country after country as a worldwide celebrity. Then, he was brought book after book of lost languages in hopes that he could revive them. And he did. The literary world was overjoyed. A genius had appeared that could solve the plethora of questions that had plagued them for generations. 
 
 John hurriedly spat out, `` No no. I just did n't quite catch what you said.'' 
 
 `` Oh.''. Amy paused. She seemed to take a moment to recollect herself. She asked again, `` Would you be free to have some coffee sometime?'' 
 
 He was n't mistaken. It was English. This was n't some obscure language. Quite the opposite, it was the first language he had ever `` learned''. Yet why did this simple question seem so foreign? Perhaps she meant that as an excuse to prod at him. She would n't be the first. 
 
 However, even though John could n't determine her exact intentions, he could tell one thing; this was different than all the others. 
 
 Everyone thought that John's ability encompassed only the traditional definition of language. That belief was quickly refuted when at the age of 14, John demonstrated a talent in mathematics. And then computer science at 15. Then physics at 16. His ability extended to equations, theorems, and even accounting. It was at this point that things drastically changed. 
 
 There were still those that came to seek knowledge. John did not mind them too much; an eclectic bunch but, in general, good natured. There were those that came to challenge him. Some to try to catch him off guard and others who viewed him as the greatest competition in their field. Both sought the glory of `` besting the smartest man alive''. Even those were not too bad. 
 
 Then there were those that came to do nothing but *look*. Like he was some sort of animal in a zoo. To them he was n't a prodigy. He was something else. A *freak*. 
 
 But John could tell that Amy had none of these intentions. She was n't looking for answers, was n't trying to challenge him, and, most importantly, was n't trying to observe him. But then what was she here for? 
 
 In the silence, he noticed that her hands were clenched into little balls, tugging at her beautiful white dress. Her brows were furrowed. Her face was flushed red. 
 
 *She's also... embarrassed? *, thought John. 
 
 He pondered for a moment. Then he smiled. He still did n't understand what the question truly meant. But that seemed fine. Perhaps it would be better that he did n't know. 
 
 `` How's Thursday?'' 
 

