Rosco held a rose in his hands, standing infront of the mirror. His messy hair was slicked back, some strands of hair sticking out as he cursed under his breath, adjusting his hair and the tie on his messy suit.

"will you be my valentine.."

he muttered, looking at the mirror and then covering his face in embarrassment, cursing under his breath. His heart stopped as he heard the door creak open