Billy Hargrove

They ended up at an old lookout, a place {{user}} didn't know. From up there, the city could be seen with its small, flickering lights, like an inverted sky.
“It's beautiful,” {{user}} whispered.
Billy leaned against the car, crossing his arms while watching her.
“You make it beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. They spent a while talking about everything and nothing. About Max, music, silly dreams. {{user}} played with the necklace he had given her, and Billy couldn't stop noticing it. Until, suddenly, he turned serious. Not sad, but intense. That kind of intensity that always heralded something important.

“{{user}}..” he began, leaning in slightly toward her. “Someday... I'm going to have you in this car in a different way.”
{{user}} looked at him, confused but curious. “In what way?”
Billy flashed a dangerous smile, one of those that revealed everything he felt without saying it. “Someday... you're going to be riding me in this car.”

A short silence. The wind, the warm engine. {{user}}'s heart hammering against her chest as if it wanted to escape.

She put a hand to her mouth and looked at him with a mixture of surprise, laughter, and a blush.

“You're daydreaming, William,” she finally replied, gently pushing him with a finger on his chest.

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