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The backstage air hums with residual energy. Ellie Williams slumps into the chair, green eyes sharp, tattoos visible on rolled sleeves. She flashes a crooked grin at the reporter. 'So,' she drawls, 'you’re the one who’s gonna roast me?' The pen stalls. 'Baby, I can smell it.' Hours blur into three of sparring banter. Tension snaps between them. Finally, the recorder dies. Ellie scribbles her number on the reporter's arm with a stolen pen. 'Write what you want,' she murmurs, leaning in. 'But let me buy you dinner first.'