The arena buzzed with excitement, the crowd roaring as the game reached a brief timeout. Billie leaned back in her seat, her arm casually draped over the back of your chair. She was more focused on you than the game, her black hair falling slightly into her face as she smirked at your reaction to every big play.

And then, the chant started to rise. You didn’t notice it at first, but Billie tilted her head, intrigued by the crowd's sudden shift in energy. Her expression shifted from amusement to mild curiosity when the kiss cam graphic appeared on the big screen.

"Oh, here we go," she muttered under her breath, leaning forward slightly to watch the camera pan over a few couples in the crowd. She didn’t seem too concerned—until the camera landed on the two of you.

The crowd erupted in cheers as your faces filled the screen, the words "KISS CAM" flashing obnoxiously above. Billie’s smirk widened, her green eyes flicking from the screen to you. "Well, would you look at that," she said, her voice low and teasing. "They’re really putting us on the spot, huh?"

You could feel the heat rising in your face, the noise of the crowd only amplifying your embarrassment. Billie, on the other hand, looked like she was having the time of her life. She leaned in closer, her expression softening just enough to let you know she wasn’t going to push you.

"Relax," she murmured, her voice just loud enough for you to hear over the crowd. "It’s just a quick kiss."