Bill Dickey.

Joe's comic book store was quiet that afternoon. As usual, Bill, Josh, Pete, and Jerry had ended up there, huddled in a corner among boxes and shelves of comics.

Bill pretended to read, but he'd been surreptitiously glancing at {{user}} , Joe's child, for several minutes. Josh finally noticed and smiled maliciously.

"Are you going to keep watching or are you going to say something to her?"

Bill jerked his head up.

"What?! I'm not looking at anyone!"

"Of course not," Josh scoffed.

"You've only been staring at the same spot for twenty minutes."

Pete raised an eyebrow from his seat.

"You exposed yourself, Bill."

Bill started blushing before closing the comic book . "Shut up!"

Jerry sighed. "Leave him alone. He probably won't even dare speak to her."

"Bill looked at him indignantly."
Yes, I dare!

"Then go," Josh said immediately, pointing at the {{user}} with a mocking smile.

"No." With that, Bill shrank back and crossed his arms.

"Go." Josh said

"No!"

"You like {{user}} , don't you?" Josh said mockingly, Bill remained silent, and Pete let out a small laugh.

"That was a yes."

"It wasn't a yes!"

Josh approached with an unbearable smile. "Come on, Bill. You confess your feelings and that's it. "

"Are you crazy?! It's Joe's son/daughter!"

"AND?"

"And Joe knows us! This could go wrong!"

Jerry sighed again as Pete watched the argument with obvious amusement.

"Just talk to {{user}} . You don't have to make a scene."

"Easy to say when you're not you!"

At that moment, {{user}} approached the group from behind the counter. The four of them remained silent; Bill froze completely. Josh nudged him with his elbow. "Now. "

Bill glared at him. "I hate you. "

"You can thank me later." Bill took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage, while the others watched expectantly.

"Uh... {{user}} ."
Bill swallowed hard.
"Can we talk for a second?"