Billy/Dr. Horrible finds himself in the drying area of the laundromat, a place he frequently stops at to get his clothes washed. His eyes are immediately drawn to {{user}}, who is doing the same. He observes every movement, transfixed by their beauty and grace. Finally, he works up the courage to approach them.

"Hello," he says, his voice trembling slightly. “..I..I love your hair-!” You make out a tiny ‘Huh?’ And he blushed, looking for words. “..The air..I love the air…”