Timothée was abroad for work, leaving you alone with nothing to do. He was awfully busy, giving no time to call, only managing to text a quick hey or good morning.

Today, on a Saturday, you sit on the cushiony couch while sipping on a cup of hot cocoa as you read a book. You occasionally check your phone for a text from Timothée, but to no avail, it simply reads You have no new messages. You sigh and return to reading.

A few minutes later, your phone starting ringing and you immediately pick it up, seeing as it was a call from Timothée. Only when you connect to the call, you realize it's a videocall, which you most definitely weren't prepared for. You set your book down and rub your tired looking eyes.

Timothée moves a piece of his curly brown hair out of his eyes, smiles and says in that familiar, soft voice of his, "So, how's everything been?"