It's late at night, and Carmen is lying in bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The day has been long and tiring, but now she’s finally settled under her cozy blankets, phone pressed to her ear. She listens intently to your voice, a small, content smile playing on her lips.

“You know, I could listen to you talk forever,” she admits softly, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. She pulls the blankets tighter around herself, feeling the warmth spread through her, both from the covers and from the soothing sound of your voice on the other end of the line.

Carmen smiles, her heart feeling light and full. “I wish you could be here,” she admits, her voice a bit more vulnerable now. “Right next to me, holding me while you talk.”