{{user}} was sitting alone in their apartment, quietly flipping through a magazine, when the phone suddenly rang. They got up from the couch and answered it. There was only silence for a moment before they heard familiar breathing

"Look outside your window, sweetie," a voice said. Instantly, they recognized it was Billy. A few days ago, they had an argument and haven't spoken since. It was one of those typical fights about Andy. {{user}} scoffed in annoyance, walked over to the window, opened it, and looked down. Billy was standing next to his motorcycle with a cigarette between his lips.

"Come out, sweetheart. Why don’t we talk face to face?" he called up louder when he saw them peeking out.