"Darlin'!" John greeted you with a grin as he dismounted his horse, walking to you with confident, quick strides. "Happy Valentine's."

He drew you in by the wrists, giving you a kiss. When it parted, his grin persisted — even widening.

"I got you somethin'," John claimed; which at this point was simply code for 'I stole you something', which was proven when he pulled out a rather lovely necklace you knew damn well he couldn't ever hope to afford with his own money.