understanding

Billy drove through the temperate streets of Massachusetts, with Winona sitting in the front seat, the seat reclined, her bare feet on the dashboard, something even the owner wouldn't mind. – Billy thought. – A curious fact about Winona is that she didn't appreciate speed much, something she had warned Billy about when getting into the car. Billy respected the speed limits and lowered them a bit more to avoid discomfort for the girl who was laughing on the side with Trini.

-We're almost there. - Billy said, but was only answered by whispers from the two girls. Billy parked the car, so slowly that it allowed both of them to finish a long discussion about some event that Billy was unaware of.

-Well, we've arrived. - Winona said, getting out of the car like an autumn breeze, leaving behind a mess of things: the chair poorly placed, her black jacket, and a brush. She would later search her entire room for it.

-See you in half an hour. - Billy said.

For an hour, I need to shower and fix myself up a bit. I'm a mess. - Winona said.

-Alright, I'll wait for you in the restaurant. - Billy said.

Adjusting his suitcase and finalizing the drafts of One Piece, currently counting Chapter 0 about Shiki's story and some other spin-offs, small ones to give more consistency to the story, he was in Chapter 7. If he completed five more chapters, it wouldn't be too difficult to finish the first mini-arc of the East Blue, Orange Town.

He expanded a bit on Zoro's flashback arc, adding more depth to his relationship with Kuina and detailing the figure of his master to give a better overall feel to the story. Along with the visual improvements, the manga contained many comings and goings that were not fully published.

-May I take your order, sir? Anything to drink, perhaps an appetizer? - the hotel waiter asked.

-You can bring me a glass of water and a coffee. - Billy said succinctly, to which the waiter nodded.

Continuing with his glorious drafts of One Piece, going back and forth, carefully detailing the environments and places in the best way possible, he decided to add a bit more geography to blank areas, in small informational postcards about the East Blue, opening up the universe a bit more in detail. When working on a series where you know the beginning and end, and everything that happens in between, it's easy to avoid script problems and correct irregularities.

They served his water in silence, along with his coffee, and left him to work in peace, without making excuses for anything like the bill, another order, or any other inconvenience that might arise. Billy checked the clock after finishing the first draft, an hour and twenty minutes.

-These women sure know how to take their time. - Billy muttered.

He continued with the next chapter for about 15 more minutes, and then there they were, changed and completely put together, even perfumed in such a way that left Billy a bit out of place because of how both women were ready to enjoy dinner.

-Sorry for the delay. - Trini said, apologizing for the delay, but the phone conversations extended so much that they fell prey to hunger and had to shower with an improper speed for the care they required when performing such ceremonies.

Billy, dry from the long hours of work, could only make a quick gesture, calling the boy, a waiter who occasionally glanced at his client's table in silence. - How can I help you, gentlemen? - the waiter said, pausing at the two beautiful ladies, especially at the famous actress whose black hair and appearance hypnotized anyone who gave a brief glance to the diva of the last decade of the century.

-You can bring me a special lobster roll with an extra portion of fries. For starters, we want some chicken bits in sauce and salad, a jug of juice, and a small bottle of wine from '67. - Billy said, closing the menu after a quick glance. Hunger pressed him to order, and he chose by process of elimination what intrigued him most on the menu.

Winona raised an eyebrow but didn't question. - A portion of rice and fish soup for me. What do you want, Trini? -

-I don't usually have dinner so late. - Trini said, settling for a fish stew, which she would share with Billy, at the girl's request.

-I'm sorry. Someone called me, and one thing led to another. I took a little longer than expected. You must be terribly hungry, and I was inconsiderate.- Winona said.

Billy didn't respond. His mind was filled with wandering thoughts about the upcoming days. He had many important things to do; for now, his mind wandered to business and work. Not thinking was implied in his mind, which ended up being so rigidly focused on his mental affairs that to questions and answers, he only tended to nod, without assimilating the information that reached his ears. Winona paid attention to his behavior. A thousand and one ideas raced through her mind, but discomfort set in, and the two women didn't know what to do with Billy's silence. He regained composure with the great food that arrived.

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-Could you bring me some pickles at the end of the meal? - Billy asked, to which the waiter nodded.

Pickles.

-Yes, this wine can be paired with good bread, perhaps a cheese board, and a good portion of Serrano ham. But please, go ahead, try the appetizers. I ordered them especially for you, - Billy said, serving them a bit as the girls savored the distant flavors.

-They're delicious, - Trini said, who later would mortify herself for breaking her diet, although the portions served weren't as generous as in other places.

-What were you doing? - Trini asked while Winona was immersed in her fish soup.

Taking a bite, Billy replied, - Just writing a bit. It usually relaxes my mind. -

-I heard you're talented with a pencil. Can I see your drawings? - Trini asked.

Billy nodded, and the large sketchbook was truly a marvel to behold, with numerous scenes depicting stories and some drafts handled artistically. After all, the best cartoonist in America, hidden from the eyes of these women, emerged as someone of great talent. The Winonas opened up, as they normally did in their movies, something Billy couldn't overlook given the brilliance of their performances.

-They're fantastic, - both girls said at the same time.

Billy poured some wine to ease the heaviness he felt in his head from the long day. - Thanks. -

-I really like this one, -- Winona pointed at the One Piece draft, causing Billy to almost choke on his wine since he had forgotten he did some sketches to publish during June. -- It's funny, and it changes your drawing style. It's more cartoonish. When I was a kid, I loved Looney Tunes; it reminds me of Looney Tunes, - Winona said.

-Ohhhhh, a top secret, - Trini said, covering her mouth.

-Hahaha, not at all. They never ask. They prefer to know who I'm sleeping with rather than what my favorite cartoons are, - Winona said, downplaying it.

-My favorite is Dragon Ball, but I really like Tom and Jerry, - Billy said.

-Well, since it's a table of confessions, they never let me watch cartoons when I was little. My father was very strict and had many things in mind for me to sit down and watch TV. But movies always have a place in my heart, - Trini said.

-We all know you only watch Tom Cruise movies, - Winona said, laughing at Trini's secret, who blushed strongly.

-We all fall for Tom; he's a heartthrob, - Billy said, trying to be funny, which worked as everyone burst into laughter.

-Oh my God, the next time I see Tom, I'll mention his charm, - Winona said.

-Oh, lady, you can't faint. She likes the classics and was left speechless with Al Pacino when she was little, which he only believed she was just another fan. But there's another one that was hidden and doesn't want to tell us, - Trini said.

-Don't you dare, - Winona said.

-I won't, but Billy should know what he's up against, - Trini said with such mischievousness that both Billy and Winona were disarmed. Gwyneth's words about "just try it a little, it doesn't harm the air, he's more handsome than that Paine who hovers around you"echoed in his mind.

-I face an unhealthy number of women, from the director to my co-stars. The disadvantage only helps me strengthen myself. However, a gentleman endures, and confessing, I won't deny that Jodie Foster is damn beautiful, and I might have been in my thoughts for some time, - Billy said.

-Hahaha, - both actresses laughed, enchanted by Billy's honesty.

Winona ordered another bottle of wine. - It seems you're quite a gentleman, - she said knowingly, aware of Billy's shy and serious nature, which now shared thoughts and distributed them like trinkets.

-I do what I can. I heard you turned down the role in GoldenEye, - Billy said.

-I didn't like the script; I prefer other types of styles. But my agent says the James Bond genre is a bit burnt out, - Winona said.

-You should accept it. It will be a big hit and will help your career, - Billy said.

-Why do you say that? - Winona asked.

-Intuition, - Billy replied secretly about the great movie he repeated several times in the future and his subsequent interest in the franchise, which distributed it in an animated way would leave much to be desired. Still, the complex plot tends to be long and intricate.

-I'll think about it. If nothing noteworthy comes up this year, I'll probably do the movie. It's just that, you know, I'd only be the pretty girl that Bond has to fall in love with, and the script is cliché, -Winona said, portraying her freshness and calmness for such cases.

-What about you? What will you do? - Winona asked.

-I don't have anything yet. I'll attend some castings. I haven't stopped working since February, non-stop. I think I'll start looking for roles in October or November. When all the recurring premieres, galas, and runways are over. I have to attend New York Fashion Week in September; a suit brand sponsors me, - Billy said.

-Let's go together, - Winona said.

-Consider it done, - Billy said.

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