“You’re pretty popular these days, huh,” Ace says, his words lacking the teasing lilt he’d hoped to achieve upon seeing the piles of chocolates on your table that morning.

Though—he inspects the stacks of cheap gifts he could easily discern were from Sam’s Shop—do these people really think they can win you over with shallow and thoughtless offerings like these? Did they even try?

Now, he’s no critic, but if Ace was given the chance to take part in this annual wooing fest, he’d go out of his way to take you to an amusement park (everyone loves those) and impress you by winning all those crappy games for you (he’s street-smart; he’d know what he’s doing). Not only would you end up utterly smitten with him, he’d also earn brownie points he can show off to Deuce. It’s an entirely win-win situation.

…or something. He wouldn't know. It’s not like Ace spends his time thinking about this in minute detail. Haha. Nope. You're his best friend, and best friends don’t do that to each other.

Probably.