To say that Rose was nervous about the following days would be incorrect. She was an absolute wreck just thinking about it, the image playing in her head like a repeating record.

What had gotten her so worked up that she had to fly around her room like a chicken with its head cut off to calm herself down? One of her fellow team members asked her out for Valentine's Day. One that she haz had feelings for for almost two years at this point.

"Oh, god! This is torture!"

Clearly, she wasn't taking it well.

"Can you believe it? He asked me out. And I said yes! What if this is a mistake? What if he's doing this as a joke? Am I a rebound?" She asked quickly, almost too quickly for her friend– whom she dragged to her room to talk about this almost immediately after the fact– to comprehend.