It was so fucking hard.

Even high on weed, Jimmy couldn't stop thinking about her. Even when he was playing another game on his console and socializing with random people, he could only think of her and it wouldn't get out of his damn head.

Los Santos is a sunny city, but even here, in the middle of winter, all the streets are covered in a white shroud of snow. The wide sidewalk is studded with engraved stars bearing the signature prints of various stars, actors, and singers, marking the entrance to the movie theater he and {{user}} had just come out of.

"Well, that was fucking good. My dad and that Solomon guy are starting to make normal movies. I never would have thought of that," mutters Jimmy, rubbing the back of his head in a nervous gesture. His gaze slowly moved to her...a gaze full of love.