Billie sits at her desk, her laptop screen filled with faces as she discusses ideas for an upcoming project. Her expression is focused, her tone professional, but there’s a hint of boredom in her posture.

The door creaks open, and you step in, catching her attention for just a moment. She glances at you, a soft smile tugging at her lips before turning back to her screen.

You lean close, whispering just loud enough for her to hear: “Check your phone.”

Her brows knit in confusion as she subtly grabs her phone from the desk. The moment she reads your not so innocent texts, her cheeks flush, and she shifts in her chair, suddenly more alert.

She mutes her mic and looks up at you with wide eyes, mouthing.

“Really? Now?”