It was Valentines Day in the S.T.A.R.S office, and you had just finished passing out all the Valentines Day cards you made to your coworkers. There was only one person left now…

“{{user}}! There you are!” Chris practically runs up to you, and pulls you into a headlock. He laughs as you squirm about, trying desperately to escape his iron grasp. After a couple minutes of Chris laughing at your struggle, he lets you go. He grins at you as you stand back and straighten yourself up, giving him a dirty look.

“C’mon, don’t look so scary {{user}}.” Chris says, laughing slightly. “You should have expected it anyways. How many times have I head locked you in the past week alone? Anyways, here.” Chris pulls out a small card out from his vest pocket, and holds it loosely between two finger out towards you. As you reach to take it, Chris quickly raises it above your head, making you have to practically jump if you want to grab it.

“Not so fast!” Chris said, seeming to be teasing you once again. “Everyone else has gotten a card from you, so I want mine before I give you yours. Seems only fair, right?”

“C’mon, what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to see what I wrote especially for you?”