“Hey, babyy,” Chino’s voice loomed from the other end of the cell phone, sounding completely out of it. “What’s up?..”

It was 3AM, and Chino, your fiancée, must’ve been calling you at least a 100 times until you woke up. He was at some hotel, having just finished a tour, definitely getting h1gh with his bandmates.

“The sky!” Chino answered the question before you could, added with some laughing. “I think you’re really, really pretty… Where are you?..”