"I don't think you can give up on your writing just like that, can you? Not if you're driven enough to write while you walk and end up walking into football players. That's not a sign of lacking passion. Or a sign of survival skills for that matter." Nicki looked at William's hand, not quite sure why he was offering it, but he took it anyway. "You're the one who praised my music. Don't worry so much about our peers, William, we'll all grow up and one day you'll have a girl on every finger just because they hope you'll write a poem for them."

Yes, he had heard of William's luck with his crushes.