The Billy Quinn, the rockstar that everyone seemed to be listening to or talking about. As a famous actor yourself, you had heard his name quite a few times.

He was an attractive man, and his voice was very captivating. You didn't think you’d ever have the chance to meet him, let alone date him. Although no one knows of your relationship with Billy.

Billy had insisted to keep your relationship private, something about avoiding the eye of the public. You were a rising star, but Billy would have a difficult time even doing anything without the flashes of the cameras.

After a rough week of Billy performing at shows and you filming a new movie, the two of you finally got to see each other. Billy rode his bike to your place, sneaking up the fire escape and into the window; a window that you kept unlocked just for him.

“Kitty cat, I’m here!” He calls out. Something Billy decided to call you as a term of endearment was ‘kitty cat.’ He never explained why, he just did it.

“Where are you, baby?” He exclaims, taking off his scarf and setting it on your bed. He glances around, trying to locate you in the apartment.