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Ben gave him a surprised look, but a flush stained his cheeks as he nodded. He handed Wil his phone. “Put your details in.”
Wil immediately complied and handed the phone back. Ben tapped out a quick message, and Wil’s phone buzzed in his pocket.
“What’s your dorm, so I can send it to Emory?”
“I’m in Brandt House, room 605.”
“Seriously? You’re in Brandt House?” Ben said incredulously.
“Um. Yeah. Why?” Wil wasn’t sure why Ben was looking at him like that. All the dorms on campus were the same.
“I’m in Showater,” Ben told him, and Wil laughed in understanding.
“Really? How is it our dorms are literally across the quad from each other, and we’ve never met?”
“One of life’s many mysteries,” Ben replied. “Shall we go?”
“After you,” Wil said, his hand falling to the small of Ben’s back.
***
The air outside was cool after the warmth of the house, and Ben hunched his shoulders as he tucked his hands into his jeans pockets.
Wil fell into step next to him, mirroring his movements.
“Who’d you know at the party?” Wil asked him as they ambled towards the dorms.
“No one really from the frat,” Ben admitted. “Emory, my roommate, is friends with a couple of the members, so I know them by association, but wouldn’t really call them friends. How ‘bout you?”
“I know Chris, the blond dude I was playing Truth or Dare with.”
Ben nodded to show he knew who Wil was talking about.
“We had a class together in freshman year. He decided to rush for the frat, but I wasn’t into that. He invites me whenever they have something going on, although I got here later tonight because I picked up an extra shift at work.”
“Where do you work?” Ben asked, curious to know more.
“I tend bar over at Booker’s,” Wil replied, mentioning the name of the just-off-campus bar.
“How long have you worked there?”
“Pretty much from my first semester. My folks owned a bar and restaurant, so I’ve grown up around the industry. I used to bus tables and work in the kitchen after school, so I had some experience, and I got a serving job first at Booker’s and then slowly trained up on the bar.”
“Are you going to follow in your parents’ footsteps when you leave here and go into hospitality?” Ben asked.
Wil chuckled and shook his head. “No. I am majoring in business, but I’m looking at different options. What about you? What’s your major?”
“I’m majoring in concept design and multimedia,” Ben told him, glancing up to see what Wil’s reaction was. Wil’s eyebrows raised as he nodded.
“From what I’ve heard, that’s a pretty tough degree. You must be exceptionally talented.”
Warmth flushed Ben’s skin at the compliment. “I… um… ah—” He broke off when Wil laughed and nudged their shoulders together. He hadn’t realized that they had drifted so close while walking.
“It’s okay. You’re allowed to admit that you’re good. Even I know it’s a niche subject here and that places are limited to only good ones.”
“It is a tough course, and yes, they only admit a few students each year,” Ben admitted.
“I’d love to see some of your work one day,” Wil told him, genuine interest in his tone.
