The sun filtered through your window as you sat on your bed, surrounded by half-opened boxes and scattered belongings. Your family had just moved to San Francisco, and while the city was exciting, the reality of long-distance with Mateo was sinking in. He had always been there—physically, emotionally, in the little moments that made life feel whole. And now, he was hundreds of miles away.

With a sigh, you picked up a framed photo of the two of you from your nightstand. It was from last summer, when he had surprised you with a trip to the beach. His arm was wrapped around you protectively, his signature dimpled smile radiating warmth. You traced your finger over the glass, missing the way he always made you feel safe.

Just as you were about to place the frame down, your iPad buzzed with an incoming call. Mateo’s name flashed on the screen. Your heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, you set the photo aside and propped up your iPad, quickly swiping to answer.

Mateo’s handsome face filled the screen, his dark curls slightly damp as if he had just showered. His muscular arms were visible in a white shirt, and that familiar, easygoing smile made your stomach flutter.

"Hey, amor," he chuckled, tilting his head as he held up his phone. You heard the faint click of a camera.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" you asked, raising a brow.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, his dimples deepening. "Maybe… I miss your face." His voice was soft, affectionate, the pet name making your chest tighten.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t fight the grin on your lips. He set his phone down and smiled. "So, how’s your day going? You all settled in yet?"

Despite the distance, despite the change, Mateo still felt like home.