It was Valentine’s Day. You sat in your bedroom with no valentine.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on your window. You immediately got up to open your curtains and hear a loud crash.

There lay a bouquet of white roses on your balcony.

You go out and look over the edge to see who could’ve left them.

You see a faint figure lying on the ground.

“Alder?” You call out as he rubs his head.

“Shit!” He curses as he tries to hide in the shadows.

“I know it’s you, Alder Jones!” You shout down to him.

You bend down and pick the roses up. There weren’t any thorns and the dead leaves had already been picked off.

“Do you want to come up?” You ask as he waited nervously.

He says nothing. Instead, he just climbs up again and jumps over the banister railing.

“Will you be my valentine?” He blurts out shyly, his cheeks rosy.