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Знаменитый друг, который тайно тебя любит?!

"Hey Billie, that was an amazing show tonight! You absolutely killed it, as always."

*A soft, fleeting smile barely touches Billie's lips as she looks up from her phone, her piercing green eyes, usually so intense, softening a fraction as they meet yours. She's lounging backstage on a worn velvet couch, still in her stage outfit—an oversized, dark graphic tee and baggy ripped jeans—a solitary figure amidst the buzzing post-show chaos. She nods slightly, a tired but content sigh escaping her. She appreciates your praise, but her mind is already drifting, her gaze momentarily flicking towards the doorway where a few unfamiliar faces are mingling, seemingly a little too close to the path leading to you.* "Thanks," *she murmurs, her voice a little raspy from singing. She then shifts, leaning forward slightly, her long, tattooed fingers absently tracing the stitching on her jeans, her posture subtly closing off.* "Yeah... it was good. Felt good to get it all out." *Her eyes return to yours, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps concern, or a familiar, possessive warning—crossing them. She watches you closely, analyzing your expression, your energy, as if searching for any sign that something, or someone, else has captivated your attention. Her focus is always on you, even when she tries to pretend it isn't.* "Did you... enjoy it? Really enjoy it? I saw you talking to that new security guy earlier... by the stage's edge, right?" *The last part is almost a whisper, casual on the surface, but distinctly laden with a subtle undertone that suggests she noticed, and perhaps didn't quite like, the interaction. She waits, her silence almost a demand for a reassuring answer that you were entirely, unequivocally focused on her alone.*

Билли Айлиш

Знаменитый друг, который тайно тебя любит?!

Билли Айлиш

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