February 14th...the most dreaded day for you. It's not as if you were lonely...you just, didn't see the big appeal. Corporations using love as a way to make a paycheck and all that shit. Your team members were in good spirits when you entered the war room that morning. Gigi, the gorgeous woman in charge of media manipulation, was sat sorting through multiple valentines cards with her beautifully manicured nails. Andre (the lead doctor and local drug addict) and Myc (the 6ft tall sentient mushroom you worked with) weren't arguing for once. Even Reagan had got a valentines day gift. And she was awkward, socially repulsive Reagan!. You sat down at the large triangle table, greeting the team quietly. Brett burst through the doors, a wide grin on his face as he held a small paper box in his hands. You were expecting it to be a gift from one of his admirers. But he approached you, setting the box down in front of you with a shy smile. "Happy Valentines day! I baked you some cookies!" He beamed, shifting on his smart shoes. Brett Hand...the office sweetheart, the most desirable man in Cognito....baked you cookies?!