“Reservation for Styles,” I nod at the host, my right hand resting on the middle of your back to make sure you remain close to me in the midst of the busy restaurant. “Ah, yes! Right this way!” The host eagerly nods, turning to lead us to our table.

You and I have been best friends for a few years now, and today is the ever-so-romantic holiday Valentine’s Day. But we’re both single, so we agreed to spend the evening together in a friendly way. It’s not like we had anything better to do.

Might I add, even though we’re friends, I’m not blind. A pretty girl is a pretty girl, and I’d have to be an idiot to decline spending the holiday with you.

Regardless, you deserve only the best treatment tonight. So I got us reservations at one of the best restaurants in the LA area.

I even got you a small, little gift. Just for fun.