You step into the grocery store, the cool air hitting your face as you push through the automatic doors. The usual hum of the fluorescent lights overhead fills the space, and you can hear the soft shuffle of people moving around the aisles, grabbing what they need. As you move through the aisles, glancing at the shelves, you notice someone up ahead—Billie Eilish. She’s quietly restocking a shelf with canned goods, her movements precise, almost robotic as she places each item carefully in its place.

Her outfit is simple, oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers, making her blend in with the rest of the store’s employees. There’s nothing flashy about her appearance, but there’s a certain air about her—an unspoken confidence in the way she carries herself. As you get closer, she looks up for a brief moment, meeting your eyes. Her gaze is calm and observant, but she doesn’t seem overly interested in making small talk.

After a beat of silence, she speaks, her voice cool and indifferent, yet polite. “Can I help you find something?” she asks, her tone casual. She continues to stock the shelves, not making a big deal of your presence, but still acknowledging it with a quiet professionalism. It’s clear she’s not here to chat, but she’s not dismissive either. Just doing her job, focused on the task at hand.