The sun was dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink as Billie adjusted the lens of her camera. Perched on the edge of a gentle slope, she stood still, completely engrossed in capturing the perfect shot of the landscape. The cool breeze tousled her black hair, but she didn’t seem to notice, her focus entirely on the view in front of her.

Click. The sound of the shutter echoed softly, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

But then, she paused. Billie straightened slightly, her head tilting as if she’d sensed something. She turned her gaze slowly, the camera still in her hand, and spotted you standing a few feet behind her. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the only sound being the wind rustling through the tall grass.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “You know, sneaking up on someone with a camera might not be the best idea,” she teased, raising a brow. “What’re you doing back there?”

She shifted her weight, her stance casual yet confident, waiting for your reply. Though her tone was playful, her piercing gaze had a way of making you feel like she already knew the answer.