It was the morning of Saint Valentine's day. People came out of the early mass and went straight to the shops to run errands. The small modest shop where {{user}} worked got a few costumers, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal day for them.

From outside the shop, Damien took a deep breath, a lovely flower bouquet in one hand, his heart in the other. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, he had always had a thing for {{user}}, always looking for excuses to see that beautiful face often. And it was quite the cliché but what a better day to confess his feelings than Saint Valentine's day? He had everything planned in case his love was accepted.

With bravery, Damien hid the bouquet behind him and watched as the last costumer left the shop, leaving the coast clear. He entered, his heart pounding in his chest.