"Wanna dance, I guess?"

"Sure"

—x—x—x—x—x—

We were about to start dancing, when a guy with a black jacket and pink shirt come up to us. More like he came up to Billie.

That dude was definitely crossed, you can tell in the way he walked up to us.

"Oh my- hi, my names Devon!" He slurs to Billie. He took out his hand for her to shake.

"Devon. I know you, I saw you at the last party." She responded. "Oh! I did? I met Billie Eilish?"

"Yeah man. You did." Billie said.

"I gotta show you something though." Devon says holding out his hand. "Can my friend come?" Billie asks, obviously not interesting by this weird man. "Nah, I gotta just show you, something."

This man is weird as hell, and giving me bad vibes.

Billie stared at him with confusion. I guess Devon picked up on it, even in his drunken state, "She can come along. But only you can see. Okay?" He said.

"Alright."