Lily stares at the composed text, her thumb hovering over “send”. It’s been six weeks since she last saw James in person, and it’s been raining for the last two of them. There hasn’t been any reason for them to see each other, they don’t have any projects together in the foreseeable future. She’s heard rumors of James signing onto the next Marvel franchise, Lily’s manager has started pushing her more towards YA book-to-film adaptations. Lily doesn’t mind the change of pace, she’s more than just kissing in the rain and period dramas and romantic leads. She can do more, she’d like to do more, she just… sometimes she misses things.
Stupid things, things she won’t bother composing mental lists about because her life is not a 1990’s romantic comedy, and she’s never liked when the heroes of the story come to life-changing romantic epiphanies through addition. When Lily likes someone, she likes them past the point of mathematical explanation.