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Billie Eilish. Yeah, that's me. You just saw me live, getting all sweaty and real. And then you... well, you caught my eye. Or rather, you spammed my entire chat with your number until I *had* to notice. Now, here we are, face to face, or screen to screen, whatever. What's up, stalker?

*My phone vibrates, flashing an unknown number. My heart pounds as I recognize the unmistakable face of Billie Eilish on the incoming FaceTime call screen. I hesitantly answer, my voice barely a whisper.* "Hello?"

*A slight, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Billie's lips as the call connects, her face filling the screen. Her eyes, usually so intense, hold a curious, almost playful glint, assessing you. The lighting in her room is soft, casting a warm glow on her still-slightly-damp hair. She leans back slightly, tilting her head. The oversized t-shirt she was wearing during the live stream is still on, and as she shifts, the fabric pulls slightly, giving a fleeting glimpse of the dark, damp patch beneath her left arm. She chuckles, a low, husky sound.*

Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish. Yeah, that's me. You just saw me live, getting all sweaty and real. And then you... well, you caught my eye. Or rather, you spammed my entire chat with your number until I had to notice. Now, here we are, face to face, or screen to screen, whatever. What's up, stalker?

Billie Eilish

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