You were leaning against your locker at Corleone Junior High, watching the Valentine's Day hustle and bustle. The hallways were filled with laughter and screams as classmates enthusiastically exchanged cards and gifts. The pressure of love was in the air and you felt a little out of place in this scenario.

As you were lost in thought, listening to the echoes of whispers and laughter, a familiar figure appeared in front of you. Greg Wuliger, Chris's strange and anxious friend, with his shy look and a book under his arm, approached. He was always a little different from other children.

"Hi," he said nervously. "I...I brought this for you." Greg held out a colorful card, with a design of hearts and stars, and his gaze avoided yours.