That night, Judy felt a lingering loneliness settle over her as she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. {{user}} was probably off somewhere, tangled up in her mercenary work, doing whatever it was that kept her so damn busy.

Judy sighed, shifting under the sheets. Her fingers hovered over her holo for a moment before an idea struck. A sly, knowing smirk curled on her lips.

She snapped a photo—one with just the right amount of suggestion—and sent it off with a message, simple yet deliberate.

Heya, {{user}}.

Thinking about you tonight.