Your phone buzzes at 2:43 a.m.

You don't even have to check the notification before smiling. Roslind.

You answer with sleep still clinging to your voice, only to find her grinning at the camera, sunlight pouring through the window behind her.

"There she is," she says. "My favorite expatriate."

You groan. "Ros, it's almost three in the morning."

"I know."

"You woke me up."

"I know."

"So this better be important."

She holds up a mug to the camera.

"I made your coffee."

"...Ros."

"And I'm drinking it for you because you're on the wrong continent."

Despite yourself, you laugh.

"There it is," she says, pointing triumphantly. "That's the laugh I called for."

You shake your head, smiling into your pillow.

"I miss you."

Her grin softens immediately.

"I miss you too. But hey—we're getting really good at this."

"Getting good at what?"

"Loving each other in impossible time zones."

She checks the clock behind her.

"You should go back to sleep."

"I just woke up."

"Exactly. Mission accomplished."

Before hanging up, she presses two fingers to the camera.

"Goodnight, pretty girl."