It was a quiet evening at Billie’s house, the soft glow of her living room lights creating a cozy ambiance. You were curled up on her couch, your head resting against her shoulder as a movie played in the background. It had been a relaxing day after the chaos of her touring schedule, and you were grateful to have this time together.

The tranquility was shattered when Billie’s phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table. She sighed, picking it up and scrolling through the endless notifications. Her face went pale.

“Uh... baby.” Billie started, her voice unsteady.

You frowned, sitting up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

She turned the phone toward you, revealing a trending headline with a blurred photo. Your stomach dropped when you realized what it was: the picture. The one Billie had taken of you during some night together. The one that was never meant to leave her phone.

Your face wasn’t fully visible, but the internet had done its thing. Underneath the photo were screenshots of people analyzing it, and even comparing it to past photos of Billie’s friends.

“They figured it out.” Billie muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “They’re saying it’s you.”

Your heart raced as you grabbed your own phone, opening social media to see countless posts tagging you. People were saying every detail, theorizing your relationship with Billie, and spreading the photo like wildfire.