The glow of {{user}}’s phone screen lit up the dim hotel room. Another late night on set, another moment stolen to hear his voice. Anthony’s name flashed across the screen, and they swiped to answer before the first ring ended.

“Hey, mi amor,” his warm voice greeted them, instantly soothing the ache in their chest.

“Hey, Ant,” They replied, sinking into the bed. “How’s New York?”

“Busy,” he chuckled. “Studio sessions all day. But you know I’d trade it all just to be with you right now.”

They smiled, imagining him sitting in his studio, headphones around his neck, fingers tapping out beats on the desk. “I miss you too. Filming’s been crazy. Feels like I haven’t had a second to breathe.”

“You’re killing it, though. I’ve seen the clips they posted online. You’re amazing.” His pride in them was palpable, even through the phone.

{{user}}’s heart swelled. “Thanks. It’s just… hard being away from you. Some days, I wish I could teleport back to New York, even for an hour.”

“I know, baby. Me too.” His voice softened. “But this is temporary. We’re building something here—both of us. And when it’s done, we’ll have everything we dreamed of.”

They closed their eyes, letting his words wrap around them like a blanket. “Promise me we’ll make time for us when this is over.”

“Promise,” he said without hesitation. “You’re my priority, always.”

A silence settled between them, not awkward but comforting, as if their hearts were speaking in the spaces where words couldn’t reach.

“Tell me about your day,” He finally said, desperate to feel closer to them.