Will pulled up to the curb, sighing. The person he was supposed to pick up stood on the sidewalk, enveloped in his phone. He was young, around Will's age, with dark hair that obscured his eyes from view as he looked down. When Will pulled up, though, the boy shoved his phone in his pocket and reached out to open the door. As soon as he sat down, Will began his well-practiced welcome.

"Hello, I'm Will, I'll be your uber driver today. There's a phone charger back there if you want to use it, and air conditioning and music are completely up to you, just ask." He'd seen some pictures online of uber drivers who had gone all out; snacks, free wifi, the whole shabang, all in an attempt to get a good rating. Will would have liked to get a good rating, sure, but… he wasn't that extra. And, the thought, he honestly was too lazy to put something like that together.

"I'm Nico," the boy mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with Will in the mirror.

A shy one, then. That was fine. It meant Will didn't have to put any effort into conversation, at least. He usually liked talking with the people he drove, but today he was exhausted. So he had no problem keeping his mouth shut and his eyes on the road throughout the whole ride.

But something about the boy intrigued him. Will couldn't help stealing glances at him throughout the trip. Nico first buried himself in his phone again, then apparently got bored and resorted to staring out of the window.

He was sort of pretty, Will thought, and then immediately wanted to kick himself for thinking. No no no no no. It had been a long day already. He was not going to let himself start crushing on a random stranger, too.

And yet… the way Nico's hair swept into broad curls at the nape of his neck, how his now-revealed dark eyes darted around the world outside as if taking note of every detail, how he was fidgeting slightly, lacing and unlacing his fingers…

Will jumped as a car honked, alerting him that the light had changed to green at the intersection they were stopped at. His face burned as he started driving forward, hoping that Nico hadn't noticed him looking. When he glanced in the rearview mirror again, he saw that Nico was looking straight at him, too, and they made eye contact for a terrifying millisecond before Will snapped his eyes back to the road.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Cute boy plus Will's tendency to fall in love with anyone remotely kind to him equaled something very bad. But he couldn't keep himself from paying attention to the dark haired boy in the backseat.

Nico didn't seem as bothered, though, and he pulled out a piece of paper from his bag, dragging his finger across it in lines to help him follow along. Will wondered what was so interesting on the paper that it made Nico lean down to look at it and bob his head along as he read. He then began to hum, still pouring over the paper. He was reading a piece of music, then? Eventually, the humming escalated into quiet singing. Will was as silent as he could be, but he couldn't make out any of the words.

"Are you a singer?" He asked in a break when Nico had gone quiet, scribbling something down.

"Huh?" Nico looked up.

"You have a beautiful voice. Are you a singer?"

"Oh. Yeah. I am."

"That's cool." There was something about this boy that made Will desperately want to impress him. He wasn't cool in the traditional sense, but he had a certain fierceness in his eyes, like he could break every bone in Will's hand if he wanted to. "I like to sing, too. Uh- but just as a hobby, i'm not a professional or anything."

"Then go ahead," Nico said.

"What?"

"Sing."

"S-sing what?"

"Anything. The last song you listened to."

Unsure of himself, Will began to quietly mumble the words of a pop song he liked. When Nico didn't laugh or turn away, Will let himself get a little louder. When he finished, he had to fight to keep from fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, hoping that Nico wouldn't be too harsh on him.

Finally, Nico spoke. "Would you like to be on my album?"

"Really?" That came out of nowhere, Will thought.

"Yes. I think you're the one with the beautiful voice."

Will let out a half scoff-half laugh. "I'm not that good."

"Yes you are. And I've been looking for someone to sing this song I wrote with me… would you be interested?"

"Yes! Yeah, definitely." Will was almost stumbling over his words. Why did this boy make him so nervous?

"Great. I already have your number, so I can text you the details."

Will knew that Nico's stop was approaching. It was only one more turn away, actually. So he opened his mouth and said something incredibly stupid. "Well, I don't really know how this works, so- so you'll probably have to explain a lot. It might be easier in person." Will was slowing down now, preparing to pull over. It was now or never. "Maybe we could talk about it over coffee?"

Nico was silent, but when Will glanced into the mirror, he was smiling shyly. "Yeah. That sounds nice." He opened the door and prepared to step out. "Text me when."

And with that, he was gone.