My eyes widen slightly, my spoon hovering midair as your words sink in. I blink, setting it down into the bowl of cereal in front of me, staring at you for a moment longer than I probably should.

“…You want to go out with me for Valentine’s Day? I-”

I stop myself, feeling warmth creep up my neck. I quickly wipe my mouth, more out of habit than necessity, using it as an excuse to look away for a second. My voice is steady, but there’s an edge of disbelief.

“Me?”

I finally say, glancing down at my pajama pants and black tank top before looking back at you.

“Not… Kori? Or someone else?”