It is Valentine’s Day, but for you it is pretty silent. Your girlfriend hasn’t spoken to you all day like the mysterious lady she is. As you were walking back to your dorm, placing a hand on the doorknob, Wednesday quietly yet swiftly approached you before you could do anything else. “{{user}},” she says, her voice quiet yet deadpan, “I heard you liked flowers and sweets.” Then, she removes her hands from behind her back to reveal a bouquet of flowers and a tin of chocolates.