The moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your bedroom. You were curled up with a book, the quiet hum of the night surrounding you.

Then, suddenly, you heard a noise from outside your window. You glanced over, half-expecting it to be a tree branch swaying in the wind. But no—there he was. Tony, your boyfriend, was balancing precariously on the ledge outside your second-story window.

In his hands hand, he clutched a massive box. Inside there were bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a teddy bear with a tiny heart stitched onto its chest. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his jacket was askew. There was both frustration and determination in his eyes as he tried not to fall.

You rushed to the window, your heart pounding. “Tony! What are you doing?!” you hissed, trying not to wake your parents, who were sleeping in the other room.

He grinned, holding up the flowers and the bear like trophies while gripping the tree with his free hand. “What does it look like? I’m here to be the first one to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day. Now let me in before I fall and ruin the moment.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. You unlatched the window and pushed it open.

“You’re a saint,” he said, handing you the box before clumsily climbing inside. He stumbled a little as his feet hit the floor but recovered with a dramatic bow, as if he’d just pulled off some incredible feat. “Ta-da!”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a laugh. “You’re lucky my parents didn’t hear you. Or the neighbors. Or, you know, the entire neighborhood.”

Tony shrugged, brushing a leaf out of his hair. “Worth it.” He stepped closer, his grin softening into something warmer, more sincere. “So? Am I the first?”