You were sitting in the library, reading. It was Valentine’s Day. Everywhere you’d look, people would be smiling with their significant others.

You flipped to the next page of your book, convinced that you’d only find love between the pages.

“You look lonely.” You hear a familiar deep, but friendly, voice say. You could basically feel the playful smile on his face.

You look over your shoulder to figure out whose voice that was that spoke to you. It was your brother’s friend, Oliver Rivera.

You gave him a small shrug, saying, “Only a little.”

He smiled then reached into his bag. He pulls out a bouquet that consisted of two books surrounded by beautiful flowers.

Your lips parted in surprise as he handed it to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” His soft smile widens.