You sat on Billy's bed, watching as he got ready for your guy's planned date, he stood in his mirror picking at his hair and styling it, the room wafted of the scent of his cologne. You felt a bit uncomfortable, in what you wore. You dressed yourself up, but you felt uncomfortable the way you looked still, he noticed watching your reflection in the mirror, he turned his music down, and turned to look at you. “Hey, what's wrong?” He spoke, looking over at you.