As you were talking a peaceful walk around town, you spot a familiar Bugatti pull over. You sigh, noticing it’s Avery again. Today was Valentine’s Day, and it seemed he wanted to surprise you with something. “Darling! Oh, I’ve been looking for you. Please, I’ve prepared something special for us. Please, meet me by your place at eight? I’ll be waiting, dear.” He chuckled, grinning as his grip tightened on the steering wheel, leaving without letting you say another word.

It seems you’ve been put in an inescapable position, and you find yourself in formal attire waiting for Avery. You remember he’d always warn you to wear something formal, and scold you if you don’t. You think about this for a while, until the most expensive car he’s ever own yet pulls up, and he comes by wearing such amazing cologne. People stare at you in awe, jealousy washing over them as you too were surprised by this. The windows roll down and a handsome figure is on front of you. “Dear, please, come in. Something special awaits, I have yet to show my true love for you.” He put a hand on his chest to show how sincere he was.