William held the door open for Margaret and immediately requested a table for two and once they got to their table William pulled Margaret's chair out for her causing her to blush.

"Wow William! You're such a gentleman."

William smirked and took his own seat.

"So Maggie. Tell me about your life."

William realized when he offered to take Margaret to lunch that this would be the first time they may have a pretty lengthy conversation and wanted the conversation to mostly be about herself. William really didn't want to talk about himself so hopefully getting Margaret to open up about her life would prevent him from having to spill about his childhood. If Margaret asked, he really had no idea what he would even say.

Margaret seemed to ponder for a moment before speaking.

"Well my life isn't really all that interesting I am definitely just an ordinary girl."

"I'm sure there's something that's interesting."

Margaret blushed a little bit but not as much as she normally would when William flustered her.

"Well when I learned to play piano when I was really young. My mother thought it would be a good pastime for me to have so she taught me. I wasn't big on the idea as a kid. Thought it would be boring, but I was wrong about that."

Margaret chuckled to herself.

"It's kind of funny to think about that now."

A waiter came by to take their drink orders. Margaret got a coke while William got some coffee. William turned to Margaret after the waiter left.

"Anything else?"

"Well. It's kind of funny, but Lucy used to live across the street from us when I was really young."

This got William's attention. When Lucy had said Margaret was her oldest friend she really wasn't kidding. The two girls seemed so different from each other.

"Lucy moved in when I was 6. She was my first friend. She lived in the wealthiest house on the block. As a kid I was kind of jealous I would never be able to live in a house like that. It doesn't bother me at all anymore."

"So you don't mind living in poor conditions?"

That must have been too blunt because Margaret flinched a little bit.

"I'm not necessarily 'poor'. The only reason I am like is because I play music and I haven't found my break yet. My father was s-so disappointed in me when he found out I would never get a 'real job'."

"Did he say that to you?"

"He implied it. My mom was a housewife while my father was always at work I would hardly ever see him. He expected a lot from me but was never there for me. I used to do ballet when I was a kid before I played piano and he never showed up to a single recital. I quit soon afterwards because I didn't feel supported."

William could tell from Margaret's expression that he had disgust written all over his face then Margaret spoke up again.

"That's why I moved down here. My mom passed away when I was a teenager and all I had left was my dad because Lucy and her family moved here when I was 14. Those were some very rough years. Dad was in some intense mourning although he never said anything he deeply loved my mother and as a result he pushed me further away. Then one day about a year ago, Lucy came up to visit me. It was so nice to see her after all these years. On her last day, she told me I should just move to Hurricane so I could truly pursue my passions. She even said I could fly with her the very next day. I didn't even hesitate."

Margaret paused for a second, thinking.

"You know I never told him goodbye? I just left a note for him and left without another word. I'm his only family left. I sometimes wonder if coming down here was a mistake. Sometimes, I think he was right about me trying to pursue a career in music. I really am a-"

"Stop."

Margaret looked up at William with a shocked expression.

"I know a deadbeat father when I hear one. If you stayed your life would've been exactly the same. Things would not have gotten better with your old man. They may've gotten worse, but you can't beat yourself up over it. You're a really sweet girl Maggie and... I-I'm really glad I met you."

William felt his whole face was going completely red, and rushed to cover his face. Margaret was about to speak up when the waiter showed up with their drinks. The waiter also took their order at this time where William suggested they both just split a cheese pizza. As soon as the waiter left with their order William spoke up without looking Margaret in the eye.

"... I know you were worried about me spending a lot of money on lunch and knowing what I know about you now. I understand why. So I know just splitting a pizza would make you happier than getting your own pizza."

William spared a glance at Margaret to see she was smiling tenderly at him.

"Thank you William. That's very sweet of you."

After a moment of awkward silence Margaret hesitantly spoke up.

"So now that you know a little bit about my life and my struggles. What was your childhood like?"

William completely panicked and could feel his heartrate in his ears. He was about to say something when Margaret beat him to it.

"Oh I'm sorry."

William looked at Margaret to see her horrified expression. Margaret took a deep breath to pull herself back together.

"It's too personal isn't it?"

William somberly nodded.

"Then if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about don't talk about it. We can talk about something else. Like what drove you to want to open up a pizzeria with Henry?"

William couldn't remember the last time someone was ok with him not wanting to talk about his past. William thought because she was such an open person, Margaret would be upset with him for not wanting to talk about it. It was completely the opposite in fact she seemed to understand why. A thought occurred to him that Lucy may not be as understanding.

William then smiled. He had always smirked but never smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he actually genuinely smiled.

"I love robotics."

"Oh?"

"It's something I've always loved. Music is your thing. Robotics is my thing."

William then told Margaret of the first time he met Henry, meeting Lucy for the first time and the struggles they faced along the way. Even when the pizza came, Margaret seemed to listen to every single word. Even when they were done with lunch William told Margaret of his ambitions for the pizzeria as they walked back to the site; William's arm still looped with Margaret's.

Sometime after they got back to the site, Margaret said she had to go and went on her way. William smiled. He didn't think he would ever be ok with someone knowing about his past, but William started to think that maybe one day he would be able to tell Margaret about it.