Billie Eilish.

It was supposed to be for your best friend. A simple message.
“I swear my boss is sometimes so scary.
But why do I find her so... attractive?”
You send it without thinking.
A second later, your stomach drops.
Wrong message.
The name at the top of the screen did not belong to your friend .
It was Billie.
Your boss.
Cold. Untouchable. The kind of woman people avoid even making eye contact with.
You freeze, staring at the message, your fingers hovering over the phone. Delete.
Maybe if you delete it fast enough... but before you can — the messaging app marks it as Read.
Your heart stops.
A "typing" bubble appears.
Then it disappears. *

• Then it reappears. *
• Too slow. Too late. *
• A new message appears. *
  “Go on.”
• Just one word. *
• Your breath catches in your throat. *
• Another message arrives before you can process the first one.
  “I would like to hear more.”