single will has me feeling a type of ~ way ~ so pls write something of a first date to help me get through this
lemme cook here.
this, but it's a blind date.
his producer abygail brought it up, mostly as a joke, late one night while they were all stuck in the office. mikey had cracked some joke about how they could make a video of will's (less than successful) dates that was quickly shot down, but abygail was more serious when she said "i should set you up with my friend, she's cute, i think you would like her."
and will, who had been out on two dates in the past month that were less than ideal, kept it in mind. he needed to get out more, go somewhere else that wasn't the studio, office, or his empty flat. so before he packed up to go home, he stopped by abygail's desk and asked if she had her friend's number. she did, she gave her friends a heads up via text, and then gave will the number.
you had woke up the next morning to a few social media notifications, and two missed texts. one text from your friend abygail, and one from an unknown number. you checked the text from abygail first.
trying to set you up with someone again. giving will your number.
all you could do was roll your eyes and laugh. abygail, along with the rest of your friend group from university, had a tendency to try and set you up with any single guy they met. you were the last one of the group without a boyfriend, and it wasn't because they didn't have a say in it.
you shot abygail a quick text back before opening the other text from an unknown number. the text was introducing himself, telling her that abygail had tossed out the idea to him and he decided to go for it, asking if you wanted to go out for a drink with him.
you had only heard about will from abygail - from when she landed the job as his producer and then from any general funny stories she had from working at the office or while traveling. but you didn't know anything else about him - what he looked like, where he was from. you barely had a general idea of what he done for a living.
"just tell me you didn't get me up with an absolute loser," you begged abygail as you swiped on a layer of lipgloss in your mirror in preparation to leave to meet will.
"he's not a loser, i promise," she said through a laugh. "he's funny and can be really sweet, and he's cute, so that's a plus too."
you double checked your purse before looking up at her and nodding. "let's just hope you didn't change your standards since the last time i checked." and she just laughed and shoved you out the door of the flat.
you met will in stratford. as you approached him standing outside, waiting for you to arrive, you cursed abygail for not introducing the two of you sooner. fuck, he's cute was the only thing running through your head. abygail's standards didn't drop after all.
so you tried to play it cool all night. you two greeted each other with formalities and a hug before heading inside, taking the elevator floors up to the restaurant bar, and you wound up outside on the terrace with drinks downed between you both.
will was cute, but he was also funny, he had an accent that you adored, and you were able to flow through conversation with him like it was nothing. and will had to admit that he thought you were so attractive that it almost made him nervous, like he was swinging way out of his league, but when he had you giggling, he relaxed.
abygail had done good for the both of you.
standing on the edge of the terrace, leaned against the railing as the wind nipped at skin that wasn't covered by will's jacket. he lent the jacket to you when he noticed you shiver at the night wind, and you caught the scent of his cologne on the material.
"i wish she had something sooner, would've saved me a lot of absolutely horrendous dates." you told will after he said he wanted to text abygail and thank her for the idea.
"you too? fuck," will chuckled as he turned to you. "thank you for coming with me, when you didn't have to."
you could see the sincerity in his eyes as he looked at you and you calmed your racing heart with a nod.
"i'm glad i came," you told him. "i just, uh, i hope i didn't run you off with all the stories i've spilled tonight."
he shook his head and leaned off the railing, taking a small step towards you. your eyes followed him, head tilted back as he hovered over you.
"don't think you can run me off, especially not after you didn't say anything when i told you i have a tattoo of a bloody f1 car." he said with a grin and you laughed.
"i thought it was cute, you and your little race car..."
"oh yeah?" he teased, a hand reaching up to touch your face.
"yeah," your laugh continued as you tilted your chin forward, a signal that he caught onto with ease, and will leaned down, meeting you in the middle with you on your tippy-toes for a kiss that sealed the fate for the rest of the night. and even a little longer, too.
