Will had slowly looked up when he heard the elevator arriving. A pleasant sounding ding was heard in the silent waiting room just before the doors opened and a trio stepped out. Almost instantly the young man had frowned at the strange sight of the three people. There was this young woman with flaming red hair. The fact she seemed somewhat ruffled made her look like she had just gotten out of school, but she still looked older than the jet black haired boy. He was wearing a suit that didn’t fit him at well and his glasses kept sliding down. The appearance of the two made Will look like a classy guy, which relieved him, with his suit clinging neatly to his body. Actually.. It wasn’t even a complete suit. He wasn’t really a fan of the jackets. He’d wear vests though, but he felt extremely uncomfortable with suits if he had to be honest. 

Then his eyes fell upon the person in the middle. He was impressively tall. Even though he hadn’t even spoken to the man yet he already respected him in some way. His eyes trailed over his suited body, as if he had been born in the bloody thing, before looking up to his face again. He was holding something in his hand. Will couldn’t immediately make out what it was, but it was something work related. 

He heard the soft conversation and inaudible babbling of the two smaller ‘helpers’ next to the man. What they said was a complete mystery to the young man with his neatly curled hair. The man said something back in a soft voice. Will couldn’t help but doubt himself and his hearing as the two seemed to have no trouble whatsoever to actually hear him. He himself had to pay close attention and he still couldn’t make up a word. 

It was only when they came closer that he could hear what exactly they were talking about. But, just a little bit of it was truly understood by him. He just scratched the back of his neck and adjusted himself in his seat. He slowly just started to play with his buttons as he lowered his gaze to the floor. 

When he simply felt the man gazing at him he slowly lifted his hazel gaze to look back at him. He could see the man criticizing him, which only made him straighten his back a bit. Then he was told to sit in the seat at the other side of the, quite beautiful looking, coffee table. So got himself out of the chair and picked up the bag he had set down next to him on the ground. Calmly he walked over to the other man and gave him a small nod as a greeting. He wasn’t quite sure what else to do if he had to be honest with himself. Then slowly he sat himself down and carefully dropped the bag next to him again. Almost immediately, as if it was a reflex, he crossed his legs and ran his fingers through his hair. Before the two could even really start the interview a loud bang was sounded through the hallway. It had almost scared the living soul out of the young man, but he restored himself quite easily. 

Will gazed towards the elevator, which had been the source of the sound, and arched his eyebrow a bit when Almost automatically he tilted his head at the sight of a man in a bright red suit. His black hair was respectively long and kept back in a ponytail. There were two bangs hanging down either side of his face and contoured his jaw. His eyes were dark and skin alabaster. 

Somewhat impressed Will was listening to the men. He wasn’t sure what to think, but it was actually quite amusing to watch from a distance. He had to do his best not to grin though. He honestly had no idea whether that would cause a positive or bad reaction. He just decided to watch his steps for now. He had almost opened his mouth to say something about the glass, but decided to bite his tongue and just watch the two argue. The one calm and patient while the other was snarling and growling, not trying to understand the other man’s point. It was quite interesting, really. 

When the man disappeared again and the conversation had returned to him he had noticed that he was looking quite blank for a moment. Before letting out a soft hum and think about what he was going to answer to the question. His mind was still with the two arguing men and the sudden chance had somewhat startled him for a moment. Will ran his hands through his dark brown curls and then opened his mouth. “Both my mother and brother are into fashion. My mother has her own little company in France while my brother is a model in Australia. I was always interested in the branch and my dream was actually to follow into my brother’s step. But I wasn’t as lucky. They told me I wasn’t tall enough.” He shrugged lightly as if he didn’t care. “So when I heard someone was needed here, at Takashi’s modelling agency, I was eager to apply for the job. Even if it isn’t what I had wanted to become in the first place, it’s close enough and I’ll work just as hard to accomplish the things I’ll be assigned to. It’s just as important if you’d ask me.” 

Maybe he should have prepared himself for these questions…