Do you still cry? //Billie Eilish

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November 25th:

-Lisa's pov-

The rest of November wasn't too eventful. Billie didn't have to travel to the US, but she had many online meetings and interviews over Zoom. One day, she seemed particularly tired after doing six interviews in a row, repeating the same things about the song for the Barbie movie over and over. 

She sat on the couch beside me and sighed while I was working on a coding project for university.

"You alright, Bobby?" I asked, looking up from my laptop.

"No, these next few months are going to be so exhausting. I'll have to say the same things in every interview over and over and over again," 

"That sucks, I get it. But try to see the positive side of it," 

"Which would be?"

"At least you don't have to sit in an office every day from 9 to 5 for the rest of your life, earning like 2000€ a month. Do you know how soul-crushing that can be? You get to talk about the things you love."

"Hm, yeah, you're probably right,"

I put aside my MacBook and crawled over to lie beside her.

"Wanna do something fun later?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"I don't know; we could get drunk at a random bar, go to the movies, play laser tag, or make pizza together. Whatever you want, just to distract you from everyone who got on your nerves today."

"Alright, not the worst idea. I'm down for whatever," she replied.

"Okay, take some time to think about what you want to do, and I'll finish coding this."

"What kind of project is it?" she asked.

"I'm writing a script that creates multivariable regressions."

She looked at me, confused.

"What does that, whatever that means, have to do with architecture?" she asked.

"It helps analyze different factors that influence housing quality," I explained. "For example, having a park nearby or a balcony connected to the apartment influences the quality of living there. You can put all these factors into mathematical models, and the regression shows how much influence factor x has on y. In this case, y is the housing quality." 

She looked at me very focused and then shook her head slightly. "I think I want to get massages together and make pizza from scratch," she changed the topic.

"Okay, book an appointment at a studio, and let me finish this quickly," I agreed.

"Why so pissy?" she asked.

"I'm not pissy at all, Bobby. I want to get this done so I can spend time with my cute little girlfriend," I said, kissing her forehead.

After about 20 more minutes of working on it, I finished or gave up. Call it what you want.

"I'm done," I declared, hugging her from behind as she played Mario Kart on her Switch. "You dare to battle?"

"I don't want to see you sad after I defeat you," she teased.

"I don't get defeated; I defeat. I'm a pro at Mario Kart. I know every single course by heart," I challenged.

We played a few rounds, and I won 3 out of 4.

"Bro, what the heck? Why are you so good?" Billie complained.

"I used to play a lot of Mario Kart with my ex-boyfriend," I said lowly.