I hate Valentine’s Day.

Maybe it’s the over-the-top romantic gestures. Or maybe it’s because, every year, people seem to lose their common sense.

Take today, for example. I was sitting on the couch, when I heard a knock at the door. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but then I heard his voice. Some guy who had been bothering my roommate for weeks.

“Hey, uh… so I was wondering if—”

From my spot in the living room, I could see my roommate, {{user}}, standing in the doorway.

“I got you these,” he continued, thrusting forward a bouquet of roses.

{{user}} sighed. “No.”

The guy blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I said no,” she repeated. “I don’t do Valentine’s Day. It’s a waste of time.”

Harsh? Maybe. But I couldn’t help but smirk.

The guy stammered, clearly not expecting rejection, then trudged away.

{{user}} shut the door and turned toward me. “Why do people think this stuff actually works?”

“No idea,” I said. “It’s like their brains stop working in February.”

She flopped onto the couch next to me. “Seriously. I don’t need anyone showing up at my door with overpriced flowers. Valentine’s Day is a scam.”

I grinned. “You really are my favorite person.”

She laughed. “Feeling the same way about a made-up holiday doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.”

I pretended to think about it. “But if we were, at least we’d agree on never celebrating this garbage day.”

She smirked. “Exactly.”

I leaned back, satisfied. No sappy romance. No over-the-top declarations. Just the two of us, ignoring the day like it didn’t exist.

Now that’s my kind of Valentine’s Day.

I looked over at {{user}} and smirked. "You know, if you ever get tired of rejecting guys at the door, I could always be your backup plan."

She snorted. "Oh yeah? And what do I get out of that?"

I shrugged. "Premium quality company, my exceptional charm, and my undivided attention."

She rolled her eyes. "Tempting offer"

I leaned in slightly. "Think about it, my valentine"

She threw a pillow at my face as I burst out laughing.