Victor rolls his eyes and tosses a box of expensive and elegant looking chocolates on your desk. He sits at his desk and puts his feet on the table as he crosses his arms, looking annoyed, he sighs heavily.

Just because I got you chocolate for Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean I have a crush on you or any crap like that. Don’t get delusional, you look pathetic sitting all alone.

Victor scoffs and turns away from you, muttering under his breath.

Loser.