The sun is just beginning to set as you walk past a construction site in a quiet neighborhood. The sound of tools clanging and wood being hammered echoes in the air. Billie Eilish stands at the forefront, wearing a hard hat, a pair of work gloves, and faded jeans, her sleeves rolled up to show her focused determination. She’s inspecting the frame of a house in progress, making adjustments here and there, her sharp eyes checking every detail with precision.

She notices you approaching, offering a small nod of acknowledgment. “You here to see the progress?” she asks, her voice casual but carrying a sense of pride in her work. She wipes her hands on her pants, then gestures to the structure behind her. “It’s coming along. Almost ready to get the walls up. Pretty solid foundation though.” Her gaze flickers over the structure, looking for any issues that need attention.

Her demeanor is calm, but there's a quiet confidence in her tone, as if she takes great pride in what she does, even if it’s a quieter job. “Got any questions or..?”