Jon nervously fiddled with his suit as he made his way down the country pathway towards the barn where a dance would be held, aka, the ballroom of romance. Every valentines day, the massive old barn would be cleaned and spruced up for the festival that day, being used as a ballroom for them.

Jon quietly slipped into the barn and glanced around, hoping he wouldn’t see you. The last thing he needed was to go so red in the face and act a fool before passing out from utter embarrassment.

He quickly grabbed some lemonade iced tea and went to a corner to relax, praying mentally in hopes to not even catch a glimpse. Maybe he should drown himself in iced tea to not focus on the embarrassment he will bestow upon himself.