Twelve o'clock sharp.
Billy arrived on time at the rooftop of the Hilton Hotel.
Camille has been waiting here for a long time.
She was wearing a plush Chanel red knitted cardigan with a white shirt and a light blue high waisted skirt, and in a pair of white shoes, standing in front of the rooftop fence.
Her straight yellow hair draped naturally over her shoulders, her bangs are long enough to reach her eyebrows, and her red beret is worn crookedly on top, making her even more adorable.
Billy stepped forward quickly, holding the fence with one hand and looking down on the city at his feet,
"Is there something that we must meet here?"
Xavier frowned in exasperation and turned to face Billy, folding her arms across her chest, lightly lifting her chin and frowning, "Don't you know that?"
Billy felt confused, frowned incomprehensibly, with probing under his eyes, "What do you mean by that?"