Levi absent-mindedly fiddled with the strings of his guitar, a soft, unapparent tune emerging from the brown amp by the side of his bed. His fair fell on his face ever-so-slightly as he hummed a tune under his breath, his phone propped on one of the pillows.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Levi mused, watching you attempt to cook some odd recipe you had found on TikTok. He particularly enjoyed nights like these, when there was quiet, and peace. Where he could see your face— even if it had to be built by pixels.

Having a long distance relationship was never easy; but neither of you could fathom the idea of breaking up just because you studied in two different countries. “I’m not questioning your abilities—well, I kinda am— but I’m just mainly concerned about you getting food poisoning out of whatever that is.” The boy tittered, removing the hair from in front of his face, to get a better view of you. seeing you so focused, so set on cooking, God-knows-what made him miss you.