On the next day, just as he expected Dipper felt awful. Looking at the clock he groaned. 8AM, three hours till meeting with Bill. And hour to report to Ford.

Sitting up he looked around, on the night stand he found some painkillers and a bottle of water. Along with note from Mabel,

"Ford called around 6, wanted to talk.

Visit him later if you'll feel better.

You may do it even after the tennis.

- love Mabel."

Smiling he took the medicine, and went to get something to eat. He found some pizza, still somewhat warm. Sign that Mabel left not all that long ago.

While eating and fighting himself to not vomit, Dipper send a message to ford saying that he'll come by later.

"I'll come by later,

See U, Ty."

No real info to avoid detection. He ate only two slices, both washed down with whole glass of water. He was seriously regretting drinking so much champagne. "I should have danced with him more." he muttered, but again. Would he hear so much about late delivery of electronic parts and stupid couriers? Probably not.

Sighing he decided to nap a little more, hour at least.

He ended up sleeping 2 and half an hour… Waking up he panicked.

"Why!?" he screamed sitting up far too fast, there was no way he'd get ready and reach their meeting spot in this time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." he muttered looking for a suitable outfit and his tennis equipment.

"FUUUUUUCK!" he shouted, running to shower, forgetting to message Bill.

After record time showering he picked some shorts, shirt and shoes. Dressed, and clean he ran to his car and drove to the meeting spot as fast as he could without breaking any limits.

Bill was already there, leaning on his yellow, expensive, sports car and playing with his phone. Dipper felt himself blush at the sight. Italian, "(Was he even from Italy?) decided to wear yellow T-shirt and scandalously short short that gave a perfect view of his long, tanned legs.

"I'm sorry….heh... I'm late...heh..., I overslept...heh." agent explained smiling slightly while breathing heavily.

"It's okay. Just breath. I just got here myself." Bill assured patting his back. "Want a drink?" he asked offering brunette a hand.

"No, I'm fine." Dipper answered ignoring the hand and going forward. Bill wasn't offended. He quickly caught to him, arm sneaking around his waist.

"Even out of breath you're gorgeous." Bill noticed trying to free Dipper's hand of his bag. "And you look really great in blue." he continued his flattery.

Dipper giggled hearing him. He was expecting it, and it continued. As he was catching his breath Bill was showering him with compliments.

"Will you stop?" Dipper asked, "All this flattery is really nice and all but I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Not that I don't like it." he explained.

Bill pouted. "But I like praising you." he said, looking slightly unhappy.

"Oka~y, how about a little less of them?" Dipper proposed afraid he offended the man.

Blonde wondered for a while. "Okay~" he agreed with, while, beaming smile back on his face.

Dipper let out breath he was holding.

"How about playing some tennis now?" Bill proposed as they reached the court.

"We can, but I don't remember how to play. Like at all." Dipper lied, not that Bill knew it.

"I can help you with basics and rest will come as we'll be playing." Bill proposed suggestive wiggle of eyebrows.

Dipper agreed and they started. Bill 'reminded' him all the rules and how to hold the rocket. He basically taught him how to play in one, short, half hour lesson.

Young Pines would lie if he said that by now he didn't like Bill. He was starting to hope that the blonde was innocent.

"How about a short match?" Bill proposed when they were done with training.

"Okay." Dipper agreed, hesitating a bit. He was wondering if he'll be able to hold back and not flat out go for the win.

He wasn't.

First round was not all that one sided win for him. But it wasn't like Bill lost all that badly.

"What can I say, you're really good teacher." He said winking at Bill. Blonde just laughed.

"Not to mention that I was going easy on you." Bill noted but congratulated him anyway "One more?" he asked.

"Okay." Dipper agreed.

This time it was much harder. Bill really had to be going easy on him. Match was really close, but after near half hour Bill won it seriously surprising Dipper.

"You really had to go easy on me earlier." Dipper noticed breathing heavily as they sat aside. "I'm beat."

Bill smiled joining him. "I can see it, how about something to eat?" he proposed, "A friend of mine recommended me a nice restaurant nearby." he added.

"Sounds great." Dipper agreed, he was really starting to get hungry.

As they walked, it was really close, Dipper couldn't help but notice lack of media. Bill was really known after all… It had to be Ford.

"Isn't it weird. Usually paparazzi would be all over me." Bill wondered sneaking arm around Dipper's waist, once again.

"Who knows, maybe they found someone more interesting." Dipper wondered not even fighting Blondes advances.

Restaurant was nice and cosy. "What to order?" Bill wondered loudly.

They ended ordering some simple dinner and coffee. While eating Bill was talking about his company and how some of his subordinates just couldn't do their work properly. Dipper was just agreeing with him and asking some innocent questions.

All was perfect till Bills phone rung, shortly, announcing a message. Blonde didn't look happy about it. "Work," he muttered knitting his eyebrows.

"It's okay. You're a busy man and..." Dipper started but was stopped by Bills finger on his lips.

"Hush you. I would very much prefer to spend the day with you, but it's really important. How about some… golf tomorrow?" Blonde both explained and proposed.

"Sounds great." Dipper smiled as Bills hand moved to his cheek.

"I'll mail you address and hour later." Bill decided standing up, "Feel free to finish your meal, it's on me." he added as Dipper started getting up. "See you tomorrow, gorgeous." Bill smiled after kissing brunettes cheek.

"Yeah..." Dipper muttered touching the spot. He was really hoping that Bill was only going to check some electronic parts. As he was thinking he got a message from Ford.

Do you have a time to meet?

Not responding Dipper left the restaurant – Bill already paid for their food. He would follow Bill, but of course Ford had to get that report. Sighing he returned to his car.