Williams
"Looking good," I said to a blonde who passed by, flashing me a wink.
"Williams," the gentle tug on my hand reminded me that my wife was still beside me.
"Can't I appreciate some beauty?" I barely turned to her. "I can look, right?" I shot her a wink.
The scowl on her face softened from the frown I had found earlier. Eventually, she rolled her eyes and scampered off to meet some of her friends, many of whom I couldn’t be bothered to remember by name.
"Hey, Willie!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of my nickname coming from an old friend.
"Hey, Billy," I shot back.
"Oh, come on now," he waved me off and walked over with his arms stretched out wide, ready for a bear hug.
"How's it going? I heard a certain top-secret person escape from prison," his eyes widened,
