Billy knew he was a catch. He could tell by the way that the women of Hawkins puffed their chests out when he walked by them at the pool, or by the way he was ogled like a Playboy model when he was at school. Billy stood in the locker room, prepping himself for his shift at the community pool, and like usual, as he walked by, the moms tried to doll themselves up for him. Yet all he did was flash one of his pearly smiles and walk on by to his lifeguard stand. Yet, as he walked by, someone caught his eye; you. You weren't old, or raggedy like the moms, you looked to be around his age, just hanging out with your mom. He was glad for the sunglasses that hid the fact he definitely was checking you out as he walked by.