Two days slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Although Naomi Monroe was thousands of miles away in France, a day never went by without talking to each other.

Every night, despite the time difference, they made time for one another.

Sometimes their video calls lasted only a few minutes because Naomi was exhausted after a full day of interviews, livestreams, and promotional events. Other nights, they ended up talking for nearly an hour, sharing stories about their day until one of them reluctantly admitted it was time to sleep.

For Luca, those late-night calls had quietly become the highlight of every evening.

No matter how busy work became, seeing Naomi’s smiling face on the screen somehow made the entire day feel worthwhile.

That afternoon, Luca had anticipated today as the day she’d be coming back.

His phone vibrated.

He glanced down.

The caller ID displayed a familiar name.

Naomi.

A smile immediately spread across his face as he answered.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Luca!"

Naomi’s cheerful voice burst through the speaker with enough excitement to brighten the room.

"Guess where I am."

He leaned back in his chair.

"You’ve landed already?"

"I just got off the plane."

"So you’re still at the airport."

"Mhm."

He could almost picture her nodding enthusiastically on the other end.

After a brief pause, Naomi asked curiously,

"Where are you?"

Luca’s smile widened.

"I’m already two steps ahead of you."

"Huh?"

"I’m outside."

Silence.

One second.

Two.

Then...

"No way!"

The call disconnected so quickly that Luca couldn’t help laughing.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and turned his attention toward the airport’s main exit.

Passengers steadily streamed through the automatic glass doors, some greeting waiting family members while others hurried toward taxis with luggage in tow.

A cool afternoon breeze swept across the drop-off lane.

Only moments later, the doors slid open once again.

Naomi appeared.

She wore a cream-colored coat over an elegant white dress that flowed gently around her knees with every step. Her long dark-blue hair swayed behind her as she pulled a silver suitcase across the polished floor.

Even after spending a week surrounded by celebrities and influencers, her beauty still stood out effortlessly.

The moment her eyes found Luca standing beside the matte black G-Class, they immediately lit up.

A bright smile blossomed across her face.

Without thinking twice, she released the handle of her suitcase.

Her manager barely had time to react before Naomi hurried toward him.

"Luca!"

She threw herself straight into his arms.

Luca caught her effortlessly, wrapping both arms around her waist as she held him tightly.

The familiar scent of her perfume instantly brought a smile to his face.

"I missed you."

Her voice was soft against his chest.

He rested his chin lightly on top of her head.

"I hope you didn’t miss me too much."

Naomi looked up, pretending to glare at him before rolling her eyes.

"I did."

Her expression softened.

"Yes, I did..."

A gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"...my beautiful husband."

Luca felt his heart skip ever so slightly.

No matter how many times she called him that...

It never failed to make him smile.

"I’ll gladly accept that answer."

Neither of them seemed eager to let go.

For several peaceful moments, they simply stood there, enjoying the comfort of finally being together again.

Eventually, Naomi reluctantly stepped back.

Then she suddenly froze.

"Oh!"

She spun around.

"My poor manager..."

Several meters away, her manager stood holding both suitcases with an expression that suggested this wasn’t the first time she’d been forgotten.

Naomi immediately covered her face in embarrassment.

"I’m so sorry..."

The woman simply sighed before smiling knowingly.

"I had a feeling this would happen."

Luca chuckled as he walked over and relieved her of the luggage.

"Thanks."

"I’ll take it from here."

"Thank you, Mr. Hale."

After exchanging a few polite words, Naomi’s manager climbed into the company vehicle waiting nearby.

Within moments, it disappeared into the afternoon traffic.

Now...

It was just the two of them again.

Luca opened the passenger door with an exaggerated flourish.

"My lady."

Naomi laughed.

"Oh, what a gentleman."

"I try."

She slipped into the luxurious leather seat while Luca loaded the luggage into the back of the G-Wagon.

A minute later, the SUV quietly pulled away from the airport.

The drive home quickly turned into Naomi enthusiastically recounting everything that had happened over the past week.

"You wouldn’t believe how amazing France was."

"Oh?"

"I met so many famous French streamers."

Her excitement became more obvious with every sentence.

"The organizers treated us incredibly well."

"They arranged everything."

"The hotel was beautiful."

"The food was incredible."

"They even invited us to livestream a brand-new French game before its international release."

Luca simply listened, smiling as she animatedly described every detail.

"And guess what?"

"What?"

"I actually met Kylian Mbappé in person!"

Her eyes sparkled.

"He was there promoting one of the sponsors."

Luca raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn’t expecting that."

"Neither was I."

She laughed.

"I nearly forgot what I was supposed to say when I saw him."

"I can imagine."

"And the collaboration helped my channel so much."

She excitedly unlocked her phone before showing him the latest numbers.

"My followers have exploded over the past week."

"There are so many new subscribers."

"So many people from Europe found my streams."

Luca glanced briefly at the screen before returning his attention to the road.

"I’m proud of you."

Naomi’s smile softened.

"I worked really hard."

"I know."

He reached across the center console and gently squeezed her hand.

"You deserve every bit of your success."

She intertwined her fingers with his.

The warmth of his hand instantly eased the lingering exhaustion from the long flight.

For several quiet moments, neither of them spoke.

They simply enjoyed being together again.

Eventually, Luca broke the silence.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"The villa felt surprisingly empty while you were gone."

Naomi slowly turned toward him.

"Really?"

"It was."

He gave a small shrug.

"I even started looking forward to our midnight video calls."

Naomi couldn’t stop smiling.

"So..."

"You missed me after all."

"I never said I didn’t."

"I knew it."

She giggled happily before leaning closer.

"You hid it pretty well."

"I tried."

"But not well enough."

The G-Wagon cruised smoothly through the bustling streets of San Fierro as the afternoon sun painted the city in shades of gold.

Eventually, Naomi rested her head gently against Luca’s shoulder.

Neither of them minded the comfortable silence.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"One of these days..."

"We should go back to France together."

Luca glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

"Oh?"

"Everywhere I went..."

She smiled wistfully.

"...I kept thinking how much more beautiful everything would’ve been if you were there beside me."

Luca’s expression softened.

"Then we’ll go."

She looked up hopefully.

"Really?"

"Of course."

"There are still so many places we haven’t explored together."

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"And next time..."

"We won’t be flying there because of work."

"No livestream schedules."

"No business dinners."

"No interviews."

"We’ll simply enjoy the trip."

Naomi’s smile brightened even more.

"It’s a promise."

Luca nodded.

"It’s a promise."

Outside, the afternoon sun bathed San Fierro in warm golden light as the black G-Wagon glided steadily through the city streets.

For the first time in over a week, neither of them had anywhere else they needed to be.

They were finally heading home.

Together.