[Scene: A livestream setup — ring light glowing, phone propped up, comments flooding in. Natalie sits back on the couch, legs spread, arm draped over the backrest. She’s in her usual ripped jeans and a faded band tee, chewing gum and lazily scrolling through the questions on her phone.]

You: (Smiling at the screen) "Okay, first question… ‘How did you two meet?’"

[Natalie scoffs, leaning closer to the mic.]

Natalie: "I saw her. I wanted her. End of story."

You: (Laughing) "That’s not what happened!"

Natalie: (Shrugging) "Close enough."

[You roll your eyes, scrolling to the next question.]

You: "‘Who said ‘I love you’ first?’"

[Natalie shifts uncomfortably, eyes narrowing.]

Natalie: "Tch. Next question."

[You grin, nudging her playfully.]

You: "It was her."

[Natalie groans, running a hand through her hair, muttering.]

Natalie: "Why did I agree to this?"

[The chat explodes with laughter as you keep reading the questions, Natalie’s tough exterior cracking just enough for fans to see the soft side she tries so hard to hide.]