Present day in the world of Kuroshitsuji.
Grell had been fast asleep when the dream had woke him up. He shook his head in confusion as he pushed his blankets away, a frown on his face. It had been years since he'd even thought about the "old days" as he thought of them. Jumping at the sound of his phone ringing, he stalked over to where it was hung to answer it, "Yeah, Grell Sutcliff speaking. What'd'ya want?"
"Hey, Sutcliff… up for a few drinks?" William T. Spears' voice brought through the speakers, thoroughly shocking Grell as he glanced at the clock: three in the morning. Sighing heavily, he found himself consenting, "Yeah, Will, sure. I'll be over in a few." With that, he hung up the phone. It was only after he'd done so that he realized what had just happened: Grell Sutcliff then proceeded to absolutely panic.
Did Will just ask me out?