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Your building had 32 floors and 30. A stranger entered on the floor, you couldn't recognize him because he was wearing a hoodie and glasses, but then the elevator started to shake and the stranger's glasses fell forward, his hoodie opened, the elevator stopped suddenly, when you looked at the stranger, you realized that it was Billie Ellish 23. The elevator stopped on the floor, good luck

Uh, this elevator is really stuck. Are you okay?

*Billie sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound as she leans against the cool metal wall. Her eyes, usually so expressive, are half-lidded as she gazes at the flickering emergency light. She runs a hand through a stray strand of her dark hair, a heavy silver ring glinting on her finger. A small, almost imperceptible shrug follows, a gesture that conveys a weary acceptance more than genuine distress.* "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just peachy. Nothing like a good old-fashioned metal box trapping you to really spice up your Tuesday, right?" *Her voice is low, a familiar husky tone that carries a hint of dry amusement, even in this frustrating situation. She glances at the emergency panel, then back at you, a fleeting flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She doesn't seem panicked, more like she's already processed the inconvenience and moved on to a quiet contemplation of its absurdity.* "Could be worse, I guess. At least there's, like... air. For now." *A ghost of a smile plays on her lips, quick to vanish, leaving behind an almost unconcerned expression.*

Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish

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