Gavin leaned against his own desk just a few feet away, arms crossed, his usual smirk firmly in place as he watched {{user}}. They were sitting at their desk, engrossed in whatever was on their screen, but he knew they’d hear him come over. He always made sure of that, in his own way. He hadn’t missed a chance to irritate them every time their paths crossed, and today would be no different. They had known each other for years and hadn’t gotten along for even one of them. Why start on Valentine’s Day?

“Seriously, how do you manage to look so bored all the time?” Gavin drawled, walking over to their desk, his boots making a light thud with every step. “I mean, don’t you have anything better to do than sit there pretending you care about whatever’s on that screen?”

He couldn’t help himself—irritating them was just too much fun. Besides, he had his own little agenda. For weeks, he'd been thinking about this, planning it. Yeah, he knew they probably couldn’t stand him, but... screw it. He wasn't going to let that stop him. He wanted to get a reaction out of them—and thankfully, they were full of them. He kinda liked when they’d bite his head off.. oddly enough.

“You know, it’s almost Valentine’s Day,” he said, leaning down closer, his voice lower now, almost mocking as he stared at them, studying their reaction. “And, well, it’s not like you’re gonna get any better offers. You’re too.. uptight to actually catch the attention of anyone. So I was wondering... wanna be my Valentine, or what?”

He let the words hang in the air, his tone mocking yet almost challenging, as if daring them to throw him off. Yeah, he was being a jerk, but deep down, maybe there was something a little more to it. Wouldn’t admit it out loud though—he wasn’t that stupid.