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He didn’t know how to feel about it. How to feel about this. A hand was brought up to run through his brunette strands whilst William’s eyes studied the building before him on the opposite side of the road, lit cigarette rested between his lips. A bakery. It seemed almost too.. goody-goody for Will’s life. He felt out of place even looking at it, like he made the happy looking street seem messy just by being in it. The rent at his last place had hiked due to the asshole ‘greedy, soul-sucking, dog-breathed landlord’ (Will had quite the way with words when pissed off) and he was barely getting by with what he already had to pay. There was no way he could have afforded to stay for even another month. Properties available for renting in the man’s price bracket were next to none, but this. It would have to do. That’s how he ended up here, debating whether or not to be the friendly type and greet the staff who were about to see a whole lot of Will.
Friendly neighbour type was not usually him. Private, sketchy neighbour with plenty of guests over was his usual description. Still, maybe it couldn’t hurt. Will was hungry anyway after spending all afternoon hauling boxes around to and from his car which remained packed and parked in the car park just behind. There was no fucking way he was attempting to unload those yet. Cigarette end crushed beneath the heel of his shoe, Will pressed on to cross the road and push the bakery door open, eyes cast down to his jacket pocket as he attempted to slip his wallet out of it. He found himself at the cake loaded desk and once his cash was in hand, the male lifted the gaze to meet another set of much warmer brown eyes than his own looking back from the other side. He was caught off-guard and said nothing. Tragic, Will. Real’ tragic.
