You had your eyes on Steven for some time now, watching as he greeted people at the gift shop of the museum. You went just for him, but of course never talked to him. You were way too nervous, in which you'd never admit. On Sunday you had went to get some steak from your favorite steak house. Then you saw Steven, sitting alone with a heart shaped box of chocolates in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes as he asked the waiter what day it was.