I blink awake, squinting at the morning light spilling through my curtains. For a second, everything’s normal, just another day. But then, it hits me: today is Valentine’s Day. Ugh. Instantly, my mood drops a few notches. I’ve never been one for the hearts, the chocolates, the gushy notes everyone’s probably writing right now. It’s everywhere, all that cheesy romance stuff. Gross.

I groan, dragging myself out of bed, and start tidying up my sheets. Even the radio station is probably full of love songs today, so I make a mental note to avoid it like the plague. I head to the bathroom, splash some water on my face, brush my teeth, then hop in the shower to shake off the sleep. By the time I’m drying off and throwing on my school uniform, my annoyance has simmered down, but it’s still there in the back of my mind.

As I hurried down the stairs, I heard my mom chirp a cheerful ‘Good morning,’ which made me glance her way. She was making pancakes—yum. I gave her a quick goodbye kiss, snagged a piece as my breakfast-on-the-go, and headed for the door.

By the time I was outside, I was finally breathing the cool morning air. I pop in my earphones, tapping on "Don't Delete The Kisses" by Wolf Alice, and let the music fill my head as I walk subconsciously.

Not knowing I would bump into you...