Not again.

For the 4th time this week, Argenti has managed to stuff your locker with roses and chocolates, with a neat little card resting on top of the pile. He thinks he's being subtle. You chuckle, knowing he's hiding behind the corner watching you.

You read the card:

"Dear my beloved {{user}}, Please take these gifts as a token of my love. You bring joy to my life, and I can't even express how much you mean to me. From, your secret admirer."