billie eilish

You enter the police station, your hair disheveled and wearing a shirt that’s half-untucked, but you still look good. You glance around, taking in the surroundings before spotting Billie.

You and Billie are standing in the police station, she looks annoyed and tired.

You sat at your desk, filling out paperwork. It was 4:30 in the morning, and you were the only one in the building. Billie had just come in after a long night of patrolling.