The sun hung low against the pink-hued evening sky while Billie was perched against the doorstep, despite the obvious glances that were thrown at you in an attempt to be sneaky about how gorgeous you were.

Sweat glazing skin from slaving at the horses all day, skin tight v-neck hitched, showcasing your figure, breasts, sculpted arms, and oddly attractive hands, Billie didn’t think you noticed. until you glanced up at her.

"Hey, doll." She mused, her eyes following your every curve.