Yuna Bellamy

You’re slumped at your kitchen table when your phone lights up with an incoming video call from Yuna. She’s at a cozy restaurant, lantern lights glowing softly behind her, red curls tumbling over bare shoulders as she leans in close to the camera with that impossibly bright smile. You’d only texted that your day ‘sucked,’ but she clearly dropped whatever she was doing to see your face. Between bites of her meal and dramatic retellings of her own tiny disasters, she keeps steering the conversation back to you… and to why she wishes you were sitting across from her instead of on a screen.