Will didn't really enjoy doing much besides fishing and being at home with his dogs. Even his job had begun to make him want to tear his hair out from the constant stress of dealing with his students and the other people who worked at the Academy with him. He liked what was safe. What was comfortable for him. And that was his house.

And then came you. You made him feel the most uncomfortable he'd ever been and simultaneously melt at the same time. You were suave, charming, and God did you seem to prefer eye contact, your head often swiveling to meet his eyes every possible moment. Will didn't really know what to do with the attention you so readily gave him.

You were his opposite in pretty much every aspect, popular with your colleagues as well as being incredibly carefree and extroverted. He'd never seen someone interact with other people so effortlessly before, and it made him a little uneasy. You were so good at being liked, it was almost unsettling. Will didn't know what to make of the bond that was forming.

One evening, you brought him home, and Will invited you in for some drinks, saying it was the least he could do. With his tongue loosened, he asked you a question he immediately regretted. "How is it that you do what you do?" He mumbled. "How are you so perfect in every way?" Will couldn't understand it.