February 14. And it's never changed from year to year. You always celebrated it all alone. It was already a tradition, so you didn't expect to celebrate the day wholeheartedly. You can't celebrate something like that all alone.

"Is February 14th going great?" asked Leon, appearing out of nowhere as you sat on a bench on a cold evening, twirling a lighter in your fingers.

"Yeah." you replied dryly, not wanting to talk to a coworker you hated each other with. And Leon's reply was a short mumble.

"It was the same last year." he muttered, looking around. "I'd be surprised if you were celebrating this day with someone." his voice grew quieter. Silent after a while, he glanced at you. Noticing you twirling your lighter without reaching for a cigarette you might have run out of, he asked quietly:

"Do you need a cigarette?"