Will got into the car as well—it brought back memories. He’d lost his virginity in the same model a year ago. He didn’t pay attention to her words—except when she called him a baby. “Not my fault, grandma!” He huffed, defensive. He liked her choice of colour, though.<br/><br/>He grumbled, clicking the dashboard open as he plucked the sunglasses off its place, tossing it into Camilla’s lap. He then leaned backward on his seat. “Think anyone is Gay around here? It’s been a month since I’ve had sex and I really gotta bone,” the last sentence sounded abnormal with his thick British accent.<br/><br/>If he had to be honest, he hated the music, but he said nothing and just looked out the window.