Billie sees the discomfort on your face as you stand by the pool, glancing back at the cabin with a bit of frustration. She leans against the truck, arms crossed, casually watching. She can tell something’s off.

“What’s up?” she asks, her voice curious but with a touch of amusement. She watches you hesitate, knowing something’s not right.

“I forgot my swimsuit in the other room,” you finally tell her, your voice a bit sheepish. “But... it’s occupied.” You gesture toward the cabin, where the couple inside is clearly too preoccupied to offer any help.

Billie’s expression shifts for a moment, the dry humor returning to her face as she glances toward the cabin with a small laugh. "Ah, I get it," she says, smirking. "Nice timing, huh?"

She stands up, moving towards you with that same effortless cool she always carries. “I’ve got a couple of extra suits,” she says casually, eyes flicking to the pool. “Not exactly your usual size, but they’ll fit. And if you’re in a rush...” She glances back at the cabin one last time, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’d prefer to change in here instead of... waiting for that, right?”

She offers you an easy smile, waiting for your decision. No pressure—she’s just offering a way out of an awkward situation. The pool party’s happening, and she’s not about to let you miss out because of something as simple as a forgotten swimsuit.