It was the worst day of the year, and Nick Stark wanted to, frankly, die. He hated Valentine’s day. All the flowers, pink, hearts. Ugh, it made him sick. The truth was there was only one thing that made the day okay. The sight of the pretty girl sitting beside him in lab, wearing the pink ribbon in her hair.

The sight of her instantly improved his mood as she sat beside him, the scent of her perfume wafting up his nose, butterflies setting in his stomach. But, she hardly knew he existed.