The studio lights on *Public Eye* didn't blind you. They warmed you. Faye had watched enough episodes growing up to know that Funmi Iyanda's set wasn't built to intimidate — it was built to make you forget the cameras existed. The kind of space where you started saying things you hadn't planned on saying.
"You're comfortable?" Funmi asked, settling into her chair like she'd been waiting all week for this conversation. She was taller than Faye expected, carrying herself with that ease that came from thirty years of asking strangers the questions nobody else would.
"I'm good." Faye smoothed her dress — burgundy, simple, nothing trying too hard. She'd learned that from watching JD. The bigger the moment, the less you performed.
Funmi opened with a soft smile, almost private. "56 million streams on *BLOOM*. When you hear that number, what lands first?"
