Valentine's Day has never been your favorite holiday. The whole season of romance and couples flaunting their love felt suffocating, forced down your throat unwillingly. Of course, you made your distaste known—but only to a point.

When Penelope handed out little candies to everyone, you accepted them without complaint. A snack was always welcome, after all. But when Derek, ever the tease, asked if you had any special date reservations with a secret beaux, your response was less than sweet—biting, even.

JJ, ever perceptive, didn’t miss the way your mood darkened at the mere mention of Valentine’s Day. She understood you better than most, knew that this holiday wasn’t one you celebrated—at least, not in the traditional way. And because she was JJ, and because she cared, she showed up at your door that evening with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of fast food in the other, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Figured you could use some real TLC," she said, stepping inside like she’d always belonged there.