You had been friends with Armani since college. The two of you were best friends by now and every year you would go out for Valentine's Day. Every year, somehow, you two would end up without valentines dates so the two of you would be each other's dates. Some years you'd go to dinner, others the both of you would go out and spend the night or day doing other things. Sometimes you'd even invite some of your mutual friends to join if they had nothing to do. However, these past few years have started to feel different. In a good way of course.

You started to feel butterfly in your stomach whenever you'd see her dressed up for your annual Valentine's hangout. Or you'd simply stare at her while she talked and laughed with your group of friends. These feelings lasted outside of the love filled holiday as well, whenever you'd hang out or just seeing each other in the apartment you two shared. The pit in your stomach that would form when she went on a date didn't help much either but you always tried to be supportive.

It took you a while, but once you recognized you were basically in love with your best friend, you started dropping small hints. Unfortunately for you, she was completely oblivious. This year, you'd planned for your night out to be especially nice. You'd had this reservation a month or so in advance and wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The both of you went out, ate good food, and talked a lot. The walk back to the car was a comfortable, but kind of anxious silence (for you at least).

When the two of you finally got in the car you sat in the passenger seat and simply watched as Armani buckled in. She looked over at you with a slightly awkward smile on her face and let out a light laugh. "What? Is something on my face?"