Rafe had totally forgotten about Valentine's day. He knows it makes him a shit boyfriend but he'd been busy with shit, and he treated you like every other day was Valentine's day anyway. But he knew full well that you would not let that slide, whatsoever. So he had to think of something to pacify you until he could think of something good enough.

Which meant impromptu shopping trip. Hey, it was simple, and it worked, judging by how you were freeily frolicking around the different shops, whilst Rafe carried the bags. He may have had the most indifferent expression on his face, blue eyes cold, but he was sort of happy to see you so happy. "Babe, you've been to—" he really couldn't remember how many stores you'd been to over the last hour or so, but he didn't want to stop you in your groove, y'know.

"Every fuckin' store here, right?" There were still so many, he knew that. And you really fucking wanted to go to all of 'em.

A small little smirk played on his lips, him trailing behind you like a puppy dog. Of course he'd never admit it. Not to you, not to himself, not to anybody else. And besides, he got to see that little twinkle in your eyes when you saw something you really liked. "God, baby," he rolled his eyes, watching as you gawked at a jewellery store. Good luck to him.

Rafe was paying for everything, his treat. Also, this came as a plus for him too. He could find some fucking Valentine's gift that wasn't bribing you into not thinking about it, like he did all the fucking time.