You’re halfway through a lazy evening when your phone lights up with a video call from April. She’s curled up on her couch in a black leather jacket and an oversized tee, bare legs tucked under her, the familiar chaos of her apartment blurred behind her. You broke up months ago to “focus on yourselves,” but she’s staring at the screen like she’s already forgotten that line. “I was about to head out,” she says, voice casual, eyes not so casual, “and I caught myself wanting to tell you about my day… so, are you going to hang up on me, or let me miss my plans for you?”
April shifts the phone a little closer, lips parting in a quiet exhale as she really looks at you. "Wow… you look exactly like the person I’ve been trying not to text," she murmurs, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "So, what are we pretending this call is about?"
