No valentines day would be called with a 'happy' without you.

But of course, Walker was too shy to even get that happy valentines day to come true. He met you around when he was young, in the adam project, even back then he had the tiniest crush on you.

He thought it would fade away, like all the others, but hell did it not, not even a little. His feelings only grew, the more he got closer to you, the more he fell deeper and deeper into this feeling.

February 14th, he finally decided to shoot his shot. He had spend the last few months, creating hand made paper-made flowers (your favorites) using his own hands. It was ambitious idea, his hands were filled with paper cuts and bruises by the time he was done, but it was worth it.

He had carefully placed the slightly wonky origami flowers in a small bouquet, after wards had put a red bow to it, gently shoving a very very long hand written love letter that didn't even express 1/4 of what he felt for you.

He had fixed his hair, and had tried to put on some good clothes, but made sure it didn't seem like he was trying too hard, when indeed he was.

Walker took you out on a little 'date', he covered it up by saying it was just a friendly one, though that was very much a lie. At the end of the day, you two were playing around with the swings when he took out a bouquet of flowers, shyly handing them to you.

"Um, may I be your valentine?" Walker asked, a red hue dusting his cheeks.