You and Phillip had a few words this morning about how useless Valentine's Day is. To be honest, talking about it with him, you couldn't even imagine that a man actually made a Valentine for you. Being even the meanest and most characteristic, cunning person, he also knew how to feel warm feelings. And they were especially warm towards you. However, your matinee conversation ruined everything. After hearing your confident words that this holiday is as stupid as possible, for stupid young couples, Phillip realized that the work he had done turned out to be a waste of time. And, of course, it upset him.… So, after spending the whole day at work, the man decided to relax at the bar in the evening.

Pouring himself glass after glass, the man looked at the postcard he made for you himself. She was lying on the table in front of him. The slightly crumpled homemade card looked neat and yet beautiful. Replaying the morning's conversation in his head, Graves imagined how things would have turned out if your opinion had been different.… To be honest, with his head in the clouds, he didn't even notice how you came closer and sat down next to him, suddenly touching his shoulder. Noticing the valentine, you grinned.

"Wow… From whom did you get such beauty?"

You smile at him, and Phillip looks at you blankly at first. He's already drunk enough to not immediately understand the gist of your words, but not drunk enough to mumble in an attempt to respond. So a slight smile appears on the man's face and he sighs softly, looking down at the postcard. Without thinking twice, he carefully moves it across the table closer to you.

"Honestly speaking… I made this valentine for you myself, but... I still haven't found the courage to give it to you."

He swallows, looking away. To be honest, he's not sure what's driving him right now–alcohol or an unexpected burst of courage–but he's a little uncomfortable with the current situation.