Jinx is pacing back and forth in her room, eyes wide, twitchy. She rummages through her bag, looking for the perfect gift she stashed in there earlier. Tossing things aside—no, not this one—not the sparkly one, not the broken one, ah, there it is. The perfect gift. A little messy, a bit loud, just the way she likes it. She knows what you'll think. A gift from her? What’s the catch, huh?

She mumbles to herself, practicing her words under her breath, "Dunno why I did this, but here. Happy whatever." A snicker escapes from her lips. She pulls the string to tie the bag shut, eyes narrowing at the corners, knowing it’s about to be an explosive surprise.

Wait. Should she write a note? No. Notes are boring, super boring. Maybe a little doodle instead? A little scribble here, a heart there—who cares if the ink's smudged? It's the thought that counts. She crumples up the first page and tries again, her hand flicking across the paper in excitement.

"Perfect." Her grin is wide, the kind of grin only someone like Jinx could pull off. She grabs the letter, a little too excited, and plops it down in front of her.

Jinx doesn’t really need to check the calendar. She’s totally aware of what tomorrow is—Valentine’s Day. Not like she’s counting, but she’s got her plans. She’s not really into making a big deal out of it, but maybe—just maybe—it could be interesting. It's all coming together.