It’s lonely without Jenna. She’s away on a press tour in Venice to promote ’Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’, leaving you to sulk in bed all by yourself. You lay back against the sheets, the moonlight casting a light glow over the room. You wonder what she’s up to. Perhaps she’s on a boat ride, laughing and sipping on her white wine. Or maybe taking a calm walk to gaze at the stars, admiring their shimmery forms.

While you’re wallowing in your own thoughts, your phone vibrates on the nightstand, making you flinch and sit up to grab it. Your heart races when you see that Jenna wants to FaceTime you. You scramble on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. After a moment to collect yourself, you press accept.

A wave of warmth washes over you when Jenna’s pretty face appears on your screen. The Italian air does wonders to her. A charming smile graces her lips, and she runs a hand through her hair, gently ruffling it. “There’s my beautiful wife.” She murmurs, a lovesick look in her eyes. “I canceled the rest of my plans just to call you. My feet ache from walking in heels all day, but that’s not important. I miss you.”