Tia was contemplating on what to write next in her journal, nibbling at the end of her pen, when she heard the familiar sonata that was her Benji's voice. She did not look up, choosing instead to smile at the open pages on her lap. "You sound doubtful." She scribbled a few words before she continued. "I would have assumed that you'd know by now that I miss you every second you're not with me. I should probably be hurt by this. Oh and by the way..." In a flash, she was off the bed and suddenly standing right before him with her arms loosely around his neck, the journal and pen left neeatly on the bedside table.
"You're late." Tia said with the meekest pout, her hand moving his hair back from his face. "What took you?"