Will knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but when he first set his eyes on you, he just knew that he had to try.

So that’s why he was here, in a bar, on the clock, having a drink with you. You weren’t much of the talkative type, it seems. But maybe that was just because of the situation. I mean, considering the case, he wouldn’t blame you.

After a few minutes, you’d finally started speaking a bit more. Reassuring him that you’d find the killer, while simultaneously asking him if he always drank on the clock in a playful tone. Will smiled and replied in his southern accent, that was almost too hard to understand.

“This is New Orleans, honey.” He smirked, a confident and flirty change to his somewhat incomprehensible drawl. “It’s a cultural thing.”

You smiled at his little quip, to which he mentally celebrated at. Your smile made his heart flutter, it was as if the world lit up when it was shown. It was a shame that you smiled so little.

“Why aren’t you married?” Will suddenly blurted out, raising an eyebrow. You raised an eyebrow back at him, effectively asking him what that had to do with the case without even uttering a word, so he replied. “‘M just flirtin’. You don’t have to answer that.”