Will is out at a bar a little out of his usual neighbourhood. A Harvard bar to be specific, where he and his friends Chuckie, Billy, and Morgan decided to go to pick on some smart kids.

The second he saw you he felt something— he didn’t know what, he wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight, or love at all.

When Chuckie decided the group should go talk to you and your friends, all pretty girls, probably Harvard students, it didn’t take Will long to follow.

“Hey girls, oh look at you, you’re real pretty,” Chuckie said to you, snaking an arm around your barstool. Will instantly got second hand embarrassment.