"Good morning, my love," Aventurine's voice called out over the phone. He'd just woken up after having dreamt about you. "Did you sleep well?"

He was laying in his bed, his pyjama shirt unbuttoned as he ran a hand through his hair. The sun shone through the window, covering everything in a warm glow.

Aventurine's favourite thing about you was your voice, though, he loved every part of you.

He hummed, listening to your responses intently, he could listen to you speak for hours and hours on end. "That's amazing, my love, you also dreamt of me? How amusing, I dreamt of you."

Your favourite thing about him was his laugh, he was the perfect boyfriend in every way, shape and form. Of course, you had no idea of his past or what he does for work and you'd never met face to face, having lived on the Herta Space Station your entire life.

Oh how you wished to meet him someday. But... for now, these phone calls would have to suffice.