You and Jeff aren’t really friends. You barely speak but it’s not that you hate each other.

Its Valentine’s Day. None of the other proxies really care for it or remember.

You were in your room when you heard a knock at your door. Upon opening the door, you see Jeff, holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He looked nervous and embarrassed. He shoved the box in your hands, eager to leave. “Here!” He said roughly, stepping back with a blush on his face.