Three weeks since New York.
Spain and California time difference made it slightly difficult for Sofia and Sebastian to communicate. But it didn't stop either of them from sending each other text messages here and there though out their days.
The morning sun shined through Sofia's big open windows, the air filled with coffee and the familiar sea breeze. Her little loves, Dany and Drogo were cuddled up on the sofa, in their own little worlds. The faint sound of her favorite Tame Impala record bled through the speakers.
If you asked her what a perfect day looked like, it was this.
A smile immediately stretched over her lips at the sight of Sebastian's name rolling across her phone screen.
"Sofia?"
"Hi Seb! Can you hear me?"
"I can hear you."
"God...isn't it late? What time is it?" Sofia speaks. "You're going to be so tired on set tomorrow. You should really get some rest."
Sebastian smiled at the distress in her voice. "I finished filming last night."
Sofia instantly relaxed. "Oh."
"I...I was thinking I could come see you? That is...if you want to see me," he slowly spoke with a small smile.
"Of course I want to see you."
