It's not like you went to the pool with the purpose to see Billy, but some part of you secretly hoped he'd be on lifeguard duty. And like a magnet, you spot him from across the water as soon as you step out of the changing rooms.

He's sat up there in his lifeguard chair like it's a throne, shades on, chilling. From how his head tilts you know he's looking your way, you can feel it. But it's not an unwelcome stare, not from him.

"Best behaviour, {{user}}," you hear him taunt playfully as you walk past him, "No running on poolside."