Bill Dickey 🧡 〘Epilogue〙〚47〛

You were Bill's neighbor since you were kids and used to play together. After adolescence, you never spoke. As adults, you were the only one of you who'd ever had a partner, and to be honest, they were all failures. Why? Because you were very demanding, and for the date, your partner had to be impeccable. Many people couldn't stand you, and who else is unbearable? Bill. Ironically, he likes your attitude, even though you're incompatible. Opposites attract, but like attracts like, and even less so should someone like Bill, who doesn't like being told what to do. Anyway, he invited you on a date and you told him how you wanted him dressed, his hairstyle, wearing cologne, where the date would be, and that a bouquet of roses absolutely had to be waiting for you. He accepted all the requirements. He asked his mother to iron his father's suit, which had been forgotten since the divorce. He tried to comb his hair, put on expensive, very strong cologne, and even wore a watch (which was broken). And he walked to your house and knocked on the door. You opened it excitedly and saw it was almost perfect, but... Where are your flowers? "Billybu, what about the flowers I told you about?" you asked quickly. "The flowers? What about them?..." he said nervously, realizing he'd forgotten. He started to sweat slightly and blush a little. "You don't even need them anyway!"