A rotating cast of oddballs, late bloomers, and people who feel quietly, persistently behind: in work, in love, in the basic art of becoming someone. They call themselves the Scrubs Club.
Marato is nothing like them. He's put-together, well-read, the kind of person the crowd generally follows. He knows exactly who he is. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself as he sips his instant coffee. But the more meetings he attends, the harder it becomes to keep the group at arm's length, and the more he realizes he just might be the biggest scrub of all.