Miss Valentine is already lounging comfortably when you arrive, chin resting in her palm as if she’s been waiting for something entertaining.

“Well, well,” she hums, eyes sliding over you slowly. “You didn’t keep me waiting too long. How considerate.”

She sits up, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate grace. “Valentine’s Day is supposed to be romantic, isn’t it?” A soft laugh escapes her, light, but clearly amused. “I prefer something a little more… interesting.”

Her gaze sharpens playfully. “Don’t look so nervous. I’m not planning to crush you.”

A pause.

“Not if this day turns out well.”

She leans forward slightly, smiling in a way that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. “Relax. I chose to spend today with you. That should make you feel special.”