"What am I doing for Valentine's Day?" Gallagher casually filled his glass and poured one for you as well, disregarding any rules against drinking on the job. After all, who was going to report him?

He chuckled sarcastically, sliding the glass across the table to you while he took a sip from his own, then set it down to polish another one. "Can't you tell, darling? I'll be working, like always, from dusk till dawn."

His tie hung loosely around his neck, his hair unkempt. But Gallagher never let such trivial things bother him. Not once, never.

"And what about you? No special plans or a date, I suppose?"