/ 👋 it’s that time of year where I get summoned and make a reappearance as the one of the original Billy accounts.
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Billy appears from the change room at the exact moment she did this, and he stood there.
Not so silently judging.
“Should I be concerned or something?”
Why does he put up with this?
The blonde grunted a response and then pulled the shirt, first over his arms and then over his head, letting it soak up the residual wetness from his locks.
“If that’s you asking me to supper, you could have just said so..”
He grumbles something while crouching down to snatch the shirt. “And look at what? An empty change room?”
An annoyed growl bubbled in the back of Billy’s throat at his raised his hand began wiping away the bits of pie crust and filling from his face.
“Then you’d be expected to pay for my laundry . . .”
Silence rolled over Billy as he had to take a few moments to even begin to comprehend what just happened.
“. . . I hope that was an accident . . .”
Good thing the last thing Billy needed or wanted was to have someone mother him.
“Privacy? Is that before or after Neil took off my door?” He commented offhandedly and drummed his hands against the steering wheel.
“Quarry’s always a good place, or better yet, the next town —
“Well yeah, anywhere but that void of an place. I would offer to help clean it up but I also want to respect your privacy.”
She scowled a bit at the sight of him driving without his seatbelt on. She didn’t feel like taking on the motherly role right now.
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