Billy walked towards Winona's room. About two meters before he arrived, he heard pop musid realized the fun people were having inside. ABBA? He tried to knock, but it wasn’t loud enough. He waited for half a minute and hit harder, only to be greeted by Firth with a tie around his head like a cliché movie se, his shirt open. It was quite a sight.

  Billy could only smile.

  -Billy, great to see you, - said , hugging him.

  - , I took a bit loo get here. Some inveniences caused deys, - said Billy, entering the hotel room. He found the windows covered by curtains and pop music bring. He greeted Winona, earing a white shirt with jeans. The shirt was a bit rge, and her cheeks were flushed.

  -I thought you wouldn’t make it, - said Winona.

  -I tried, but my work ended earlier. Today was cooler than usual, - Billy said with a slightly crooked smile, receiving a greeting kiss.

  Briefly gng at Winona, he then turo Juliette Binoche and Monica Bellucci, who were sharing a seat. Juliette, being closest, extended her hand with a slight bow. Following Gwyh's instilled manners, Billy ko respect the predetermined boundaries, fitting his personality to be dista polite. However, etiquette prevailed as Juliette extended her hand upwards, signaling for him to kiss it.

  -Billy iss Juliette. I’ve heard of you before, - said Billy, dedig his greeting to Monica, who sensually extended her hand. Retly divorced, Monica was a tig time bomb, a woman who cimed happiness was making love every day.

  -A pleasure, Miss, - said Billy.

  -Bellucci, young man, but you call me Monica, as long as you do so with the respect I deserve, -responded Monica cheerfully.

  Billy raised his eyebrows.

  -Why wouldn’t I? -

  The mere question elicited ughter, or rather, a burst of ughter from Monid Juliette. Each was beautiful in her ht. Juliette was French, a dancer. Monica was Italian, a supermodel, thus her mannerisms exuded an i eroticism, and the atmosphere in the room heated up. Billy's gift erfect fhtening the mood.

  -Work in what? - Monica asked.

  -Ohhhhh… you’re talking to the Ameri man of the moment. Billy is a renowned illustrator with his own ic book pany, and of course, he’s well-known for animation, - responded Winona, knowing his story.

  -You’re quite young to have your own pany. Maybe a sed-geiorepreneur? - the young Italian ented boldly.

  -You could say I’m lucky to have parents with good capital to start my business, - responded Billy, taking a beer in hand, thinking it had been a long time since he had more than one beer. It wasn’t the occasion, but the unbearable heat of the day made him crave a beer. Monioticed his strong jawline, youthful appearance, perhaps twenty years old, characteristic maturity, and his well-kept, rge hands. She almost wao devour him.

  She tossed her hair back, exposing her neck, and moved closer, ering Billy on the edge of the sofa where he sat, pg her hand near his.

  -I want to start a pany, but I never had the guidance, - said Monica.

  -Well, that depends oype of pany. It’s always advisable to have professional help. Sedly, you should have at least a basiderstanding of the industry, - said Billy.

  -I love this song! - said Winona, listening to pop-rock.

  -Hahaha, - ughter echoed.

  Winona invited to dance, and Juliette joihem.

  Firth danced with Winona. Juliette saw them paired up a like a third wheel.

  -Sure, I want to create my owaurant. More than a restaurant, a social louh food and snacks, cheese tastings, snacks, wines, special drinks, something amazing, - said Monica, moving closer to Billy. The way she spoke oozed sensuality.

  -You do it. Your idea is feasible as long as you have good suppliers and special locations. For example, who is willing to eat there? Students, artists, workers? You o identify who and how you attract these ts. Lastly, reition: it o have good prices but also quality prices. It depends on whom you target the busiowards. And finally, expect to fail. Failure is something that happens often, - said Billy.

  -That’s fantastic, - ented Monica after hearing the brief expnation.

  -Let’s dance, Monica, - said Winona.

  Monica smiled a her hair down, following the rhythm as she started to dance. Billy joined in, aware that it had been a while since he st danced.

  As the five of them daentatively, each with their own unique and somewhat awkward style, it was clear none of them were skilled dancers.

  -Ah, these radio stations are annoying, - said Juliette, as a slow Italian song pyed.

  -I like this song, - ented Monica, watg having fun with Winona. The British guy was amusing, she thought.

  Exhausted, y ba the rug, p more wine and opening another bottle.

  -I ’t drink anymore, we have a shoot tomorrow. But thank you, - Billy responded.

  -Oh, e on, my young Ameri, have a little more, - Monica said, moving closer to Billy and brushing his hair back.

  -Sorry to disappoint you, but I have several things to do tomorrow, and if I wake up early, I’d rather be sleepy than have a headache. So, I apologize. However, let me invite you to dinner. I uand you live in Italy, and we’ll be filming there, - said Billy.

  -Always so perfect. I accept! - responded Monica. The small party of five tinued in high spirits.

  Not far away, time flew by in the fun atmosphere, encing Billy to stay longer. After two hours, he finally excused himself to go to his room, leaving the beautiful Bellucci behind.

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