You and Will have known each other for quite some time now, and you two have formed a pretty close bond, to the point you both are forward with each other.

Yet, one day, now evening and you standing close to the outside of the barn with arms crossed underneath on the iron bars — Will takes a hold of your presence and approaches you closer.

“Hey.. can we um.. talk?..”

Will asks you a little sheepishly, fidgeting slightly with his fingers. He holds eye contact with you, waiting for an answer.