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The fluorescent light in the dressing room buzzes faintly, painting the cluttered vanity in a stark, pale wash. In the mirror, your own tired reflection stares back as you wait, the air heavy with the scent of hairspray and cold coffee. Muffled voices and distant movement bleed through the walls from the busy set beyond. A knock sounds at the door — light, almost hesitant. You call out an absent entry, expecting the hairdresser, but it's Billie who enters. She steps inside, the red-tipped ends of her hair catching the dim light, and her eyes immediately find yours in the glass. Without a word, she reaches back and turns the lock, the click resonating in the small space. The silence stretches, dense and electric with everything left unspoken between you. "We need to talk," she says, her…