Will pulled his iPhone Eleven out, of course he had to have one. It had a white case with a pink pop grip with the Gucci symbol on it, aesthetic matched to his style. He reached to the Bluetooth settings and fiddled with them to pair his phone, scrolling through iTunes.<br/><br/>“Just a warning, most people hate my taste and I’m almost a hundred percent sure that you will too,” he informed, ‘Watermelon Sugar’ by Harry Styles beginning to play.<br/><br/>“Tastes like strawberries,<br/>On a summer evening..<br/>And it sounds just like a song.”<br/><br/>He softly sang along, his head bobbing. The song was relatively slow, but he didn’t seem to mind. Will’s voice was high and almost girlish compared to most males, but it made it easy for him to sing.<br/><br/>“Oh? Cool cool cool,” he nodded. “I still don’t get why my parents sent me here. My brother went to NYU and now he’s somehow in Harvard,”