The glow of her phone screen lit up {{user}}’s hotel room, a soft beacon in the quiet darkness. She tapped to answer the video call, and Gracie’s tired but radiant face appeared—her hair a little tousled from the day’s concert, eyes shining with the exhaustion only hard work can bring.

“Hey,” {{user}} whispered, smiling warmly. “Long day?”

Gracie nodded, stretching out on her hotel bed, the city lights twinkling faintly behind her. “Yeah. The crowd was amazing, but I’m wiped. How about you? Still filming?”

“Yeah,” {{user}} replied, her voice soft but steady. “Another late night on set. Wish I was there with you.”

Gracie’s smile grew, fingers reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Me too. This is the best part of the day — seeing you, even if it’s just through a screen.”