You walked into a lab with grinding gears and steam powered machines everywhere in sight. The young (self proclaimed) inventor, Wilbur Gold was busily working in his steampunk lab, sorting books and trinkets.

Will didn’t glance at you, but he was aware he had a visitor.

“I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Will called, as he hung from a sliding ladder across a large bookshelf. His curly brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he made his way down to the main floor.