Zane

It was really late when I got home. It's been a long day. I'm really tired from the shooting. It's a blessing that the shooting location is not far.

I decided to take a shower to wash off the day. I relax under the spray. While showering, my thoughts turn towards my Firefly. I stiffened.

My Firefly?

Where did that come from? She's not mine. Not yet at least. We have been talking for the past fifteen days, not that I'm counting.

We haven't even met yet. I know that I don't have any right on her, but I just can't help myself. The more I talk to her, the more I wanna spend my time talking to her.

We talk about everything and anything. I know that her favorite color is mint green.

Her favorite food is Indian food. She doesn't have any preferences in that. And she also misses it the most, after her family and friends of course. And that she loves reading books. Her favorite genres are romance, thriller, suspense and a little bit of horror.

She also made me watch some Bollywood movies with her. Obviously with English captions, but she also explained to me whatever rituals were going on in them and their significance.

It's really fun to watch them and learn about other cultures. But damn do Bollywood movies have a lot of songs in their movies. Hell, some movies are like those Disney movies, where there's music for every situation.

But it also made me learn some things about Indian rituals and their culture.

Suddenly, I realized I didn't talk to her at all today. After turning off the shower, I wipe myself with a towel and go to my room.

After throwing my boxers, I check my phone and notice four missed calls from her. It was three hours ago and it's 1:34 am now. She must have already slept.

I text her, anyway, wishing she was awake.

Me: Hi firefly.

For the whole two minutes nothing happened. So, I put my phone on my nightstand and closed my eyes.

It wouldn't have been more than five minutes, when my phone pinged. I quickly grabbed it and saw that it was indeed, from her.

Firefly: Hi.

Me: Why aren't you asleep? It's late.

Firefly: Couldn't. What about you? I don't think being famous makes it any different for you.

I chuckle.

Me: No, it doesn't. I just came home from the shoot and remembered that I didn't talk to you today. At all.

Firefly: Yeah, I know. I even called you.

Me: I just saw the missed calls. I was on the set and got home only half an hour ago. How was your day?

Firefly: I figured. My day sucked. First, I was late for my class today and the professor was looking at me like I asked him for his kidneys. And then, Mrs. Rothschild. Ughh....that lady is going to kill me one day; I just know this.

I laugh. She has told me all about Mrs. Rothschild. She always does something to rile her up.

Me: What did you do this time?

Firefly: Me? I'm an angel. I didn't do anything. But she just had to say something. I got her order right this time, didn't spill it. I did NOTHING. But she just couldn't let me go. So, she loudly said, that the doctor, she suggested to me, is working and that now my ear and brain are working just fine. Can you believe this?

Me: Oh my god. I already love her. I really need to meet her now.

Firefly: Seriously? Whose side are you on?

Me: Yours.

Firefly: Doesn't look like it. Anyways, you should go to sleep. You have a series to make. And to look pretty, you need your beauty sleep. So good night, Star.

Me: Star?

Firefly: I'm checking out some nicknames for you. You've given me a nickname. So, it's only fair to give you one too.

Me: As you wish firefly.

Firefly: G'night.

Me: Good night.

Talking with her is my new favorite time. I look forward to hearing her voice. I feel peace from her voice that I haven't felt in years. Her voice chases my nightmares away.

After this conversation, there was only one thing coming to my mind. It's time to finally meet my little firefly.