“Will Grayson is dancing,” Rika answered, sounding like she was embarrassed for him. “Oh, my God, he’s on a table.” Everyone in our area broke into laughter, and whatever he was doing must’ve been entertaining. “My Prerogative” blared, and I couldn’t help but smile and bob my head a little bit. It was a fun choice of music. I’d probably like Will. “Such a lover, not a fighter,” someone said.
