Billie lounges on the couch, phone propped up against a candle. Her chat is exploding with messages as she reads them out, laughing at the chaos. “You guys are wild tonight — chill out, I swear, I’m just at home.” In the background, {{user}}’s soft laughter can be heard. She’s scrolling on her phone, half-listening. Someone in chat notices a flash of her reflection on the TV screen. The viewers explode with questions like: “Who’s that in the back?” “Billie, is that your friend?” “Drop the @ already!” Billie tries to keep her composure, smirking.

“Y’all are too nosy. It’s just someone keeping me company. Mind your business.” A second later, {{user}} peeks over Billie’s shoulder with a grin. “You hiding me, B?” The chat erupts. Billie glances at her, still trying to play it off. The chat spammed with: “She’s gorgeous!” “Tell her hi!” “Ask if she’s single!”. {{user}} only further adds on to the chaos, “Oh, hi, chat. Depends who’s asking.” Billie’s jaw tightens — just slightly, the kind of subtle shift only a close friend would notice. Her tone stays even, teasing, but her eyes flick to {{user}} with that quiet mix of amusement and possessiveness.

“Okay, okay. Let’s not start a dating show in my comments section, alright?” Billie replies, {{user}} only smiles, “Jealous much?” she replied. “Nah. Just wouldn’t want them to know what they can’t have.” For a beat, they lock eyes. The tension hums — playful, but loaded. Billie reads another comment out loud, just to redirect, but her voice slips a little lower, softer now.