Business is booming on Sunday afternoons, Sonny notes. Combination of tourists passing through and the townsfolk. He takes pride in the fact that he can actually tell one from the other. A speaker plays the music this time, a soft tune that carries itself around the chit chat between the tables and the bar.

The smell of fried chicken wings reminds Sonny he hasn't eaten anything today. Recognizing the co owner from the second time he was here, Sonny walks up to him, smiling politely, "Hi. Is Will here?"

"Office. In the kitchen."

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

He gives the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY a quick knock, then just goes ahead and sticks his head in. He's sitting at his desk, typing away on a computer. His hair was more brushed back, making Sonny want to kiss his way up that gorgeous neck.

"Hi. How are you?"

Will sits back, stretching lazily, "Hello. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Just happened to be in town, wondering if you'll let me buy you lunch. Sort of a prologue for tomorrow night."

In truth, Will had been thinking about Sonny, a lot more than he was comfortable admitting. ANd here he is, tall, dark and handsome. "Just doing some bookkeeping."

"And now I can see I walked right in the middle of it. Ain't that a bitch?" Sonny still comes in anyway, sitting on the edge of the desk. "Bought you something."

Only then does Will take note of that tiny gift bag Sonny's holding. "That's way too small to hold a brand new bike."

"Baby steps."

Will keeps his eyes on Sonny's for another moment before taking the bag from him. Then he reaches in for the box inside. It's wrapped in white paper, with a golden bow. He takes his time, always believing the anticipation is almost always better than the gift itself.

The bow and he tucks neatly back into the bag, and after he fiddles with the top, slides out the box, folding the paper into neat squares.

"Does you always take this long to open presents on Christmas morning?" Sonny asks.

"I just like taking my time." Will finally opens the box, feeling his mouth twitch, but keeps his face neutral as he takes out the black and white vampire and dracula salt and pepper shakers.

"Well aren't they the handsome devils?"

"I thought so too. They had dogs too, but I think these guys look so proud of themselves."

"This is another part of you trying to win me over, isn't it?"

"Course. How'd I do?"

"Not bad." Will traces a finger over the white cat's cape. 'Definitely not bad at all."

"Good, good. Now that I've succeeded in disrupting your day, and managed to win you over just a little bit, why don't you let me put some food in your stomach? Pay you back for cooking for me?"

Will eases back in his chair, swiveling it around as he considers. "Why is it every time I see you, my first instinct is to get as far away from you as possible?"

"You got me. Anyway, I'm probably faster than you, so trust me when I say nay running you could do would be thwarted." Sonny leans over the desk, lifting his eyebrows. He's wearing dress pants, really nice dress pants. He might be faster, but he wouldn't look half as good in dress socks. "But you could definitely give me a run for my money. What's with the getup?"

"It's not a getup. I just came back from church." Now Will's smiling. "A name like yours, I would've thought you'd be Catholic."

"Guilty as charged."

"Were you in one of the pews, Sonny?"

There's no way in hell he can explain why tat question makes him so uncomfortable. "I guess you could say I'm half lapsed."

"Oh." Will purses his lips. "Marlena's gonna be disappointed. What's your middle name?"

"I'll tell you if you come to lunch with me." Sonny reaches over for the cats, making them dance. "Come on, WIll. Play with me. It's a nice day. Meow."

"Okay, okay." Big mistake, Will's rational mind tells him, but he gets to his feet, picking up his bag. "You can buy me lunch. But only something quick." Will leans over to save a file on his computer, then shuts it down.

"It's Steven." Sonny says, holding a hand out. "Jackson Steven Kiriakis. If I was any more Greek, I'd bleed wine."

"It's Robert. William Robert Horton."

"Very Anglo-Saxxon."

"Indeed. And I want Mexican." Will takes Sonny's hand. "I'm craving tacos."

From his experiences in the past, Sonny knows not to judge places by appearance. So when Will leads him to an unmarked food truck, Sonny's not skeptical. One sniff, and he knows their food is gonna be delicious.

Will waves his hand at someone, pointing to a vacant table, and apparently gets permission t sit.

"Not a date." Will tells Sonny as he holds his chair.

Sonny does his best to pretend he doesn't know what Will's talking about. "It's not?"

"No it is not." Will sits back, slightly crossing his legs. "A date is when we have time set to spend time together and you pick me up. This is a coincidence. Tomorrow is our first date. In case you're thinking of the three date rule."

"I was hoping you didn't know about that."

Will's lips curve in a small smile. "There's a lot you'd be surprised to know I know." He keeps his eyes on Sonny's, but lifts a hand to the guy who's walking up to the table. "Hey, Neil."

"Will." He kisses Will's cheek, then says, "Good to see you."

"This is Chad's friend from way back, Sonny. Thought he should know what a real taco tastes like."

"No place better than right here." Neil shakes Sonny's hand. "Just me in the truck today."

"Then the food's gonna be twice as awesome." Will says. "How are you?"

Sonny sees it then. When Will shifts in his chair, lifting his face, looks at Neil, it's like they're the only ones in existence. Sex was definitely part of it, but also...perception, Sonny decides.

They proceed to chat for a few minutes, but Sonny keeps himself entertained by watching Will's face. The way he lifts his eyebrows, lets them fall, then draws them back together depending on what's being said. How his lips move, punctuated by his teeth.

When Will turns his head, Sonny shakes his. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I was watching you. Must've been distracted."

"Quite the smooth talker, isn't he?" Neil says.

"Handsome too, ain't he?"

"Very. Will here's gonna have the shrimp tacos. You know what you want yet, or do you still need to decide?"

"Don't get the same as me." Will holds up a finger before Sonny can say anything. "No point in trying to pick off your plate. Try the mole enchiladas. Neil's got the magic touch."

"Mole enchiladas it is." Something tells Sonny he'd try something straight from the garbage if he'd asked him to. "Want a margarita?"

"No. You're driving, and I'm working."

"So, make that one?" Sonny looks at Neil."

"I'll bring you one."

"So…" Will brushes a hand to move some of his hair off his forehead, as Neil walks away. "What've you been up to today?"

"Thought I'd try my hand at antiquing. Looking for a display cabinet for the kitchen, along with some china to put in it. Then I thought I'd go by to see Marlena on the way back. What does she like? I want to get her something."

"You don't have to get something for her."

"I know. But I'd still like to."

Will hooks an arm over the back of his chair, drumming his fingers on the table as he scrutinizes him. "Get her a fountain pen then. A good one. Tell me something, Sonny. You're not using my grandma Marlena to get in good with me, are you?"

Will watches as the fierce defensiveness flashes in his eyes-- darker, more fierce than he was expecting. He really should've known, WIll thinks, that underneath that happy-go-lucky exterior, there's something broken, something dangerous. It's impressive, but what's even more impressive is the quick change from mild to defensive, then back to mild.

Anyone who can hold themselves back like that, Will decides, has the will of a saint. That's something else he needs to think about.

"No, you have that bass-ackwards." Sonny tells him. "I'm using you to get in good with Marlena. She's the love of my life."

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

Will waits until Sonny's drink is brought out first. Sonny's tone definitely has Will on edge. Mostly, Will can safely admit, because he's deserved to be snapped back at. Folding his arms on the table, Will leans forward.

"I really am sorry. That was a dick move, and I knew that before I even said it. There's something I need to tell you, Sonny. I have a tendency to shoot my mouth off regardless of how nasty the words might be. And half the time I don't show any remorse. I'm not the sweet innocent golden baby gay. I don't trust easily. I have some good qualities, but I have way more bad. And I'm okay with that."

Sonny copies Will's posture, "I'm single-minded, jealous and moody. I have a short fuse. It doesn't take much for it to blow its top, which is unfortunate for the general population. I don't always have to have things my way on the small stuff, but when I know what I want, I try my absolute best to get it. I want you, in whatever form I can get you."