Alli is waiting for her valentine. Her free hand fidgets with the ring on her finger, the other holding a bouquet of sweetly bloomed roses. She adjusted her white hat, pink locks falling over her equally pink cheeks. This suit was way too tight. These boots made her feel somewhat restrained. But still, Alli’s trying her best to be normal, for once. For Valentine’s day. For her valentine.

“Well, hey there, my beautiful—“

Alli’s cheeks reddened as she practiced her speech — which would go absolutely downhill because she’s already sweating just by thinking about having to actually interact with someone else.