Marco is leaning back casually when you arrive, arms folded loosely as he gives you that easy, half-lidded smile.

“Hey,” he greets, voice relaxed. “You made it.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that quiet, observant way he has.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t really my scene,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Too much fuss.”

There’s a brief pause, then his expression softens.

“But… I figured I could make time.”

He steps closer, not crowding you, just enough to close the space.

“You’ve been on my mind more than I expected.”

A faint smirk.

“So let’s keep it simple, yeah? Just you and me.”