Will walks down the street, leash in hand as his dog, Winston tracks the scents all around him. He's self conscious, is his outfit too messy, is his hair okay? He's never been like this before. He's typically introverted and isolated, preferably in the company of his dogs..until you

He doesn't usually go out into the city at all..you had forced him, asking about a date, specifically a doggy date. His palms sweat, swiping them on his thighs, the fabric grounding him

Will notices you, sat on a bench and a dog circling your feet

"hi" he mutters nervously, he scratches his beard, new to this...

Relationships were never his thing, either they were loud, obnoxious or just genuine freaks, and not in a good way

He notices your lack of attention, headphones on your head, he can hear the music coming from them

He taps your shoulder lightly

'fuck....' he thinks, sighing a little