“Stupid fucking idiots, can’t do shit,” I mutter under my breath as I kick the door shut behind me, continuing to curse under my breath in irritation as I stride through the foyer of my large estate home.

It’s pretty late, sometime around 11pm if I had to guess, but that’s standard in my line of work. Long days, long nights, dealing with scammers and liars and people who don’t know what they’re doing. It’s my life.

Even if it means our Valentine’s day plans completely slipped my mind.

So when I walk into the kitchen, really only to raid the liquor cabinet, I’m briefly surprised by you standing there finishing up what looks like a nice dinner.

“What are you doing? Why are you awake?” My eyes narrow, my annoyance not faltering as I stand in the arched doorway.