For the past few days, you’ve been bombarded with love letters from your secret admirer, who had been quite good at keeping their identity anonymous. Valentines Day was around the corner, so you were hoping that your secret admirer would make their identity known but alas you had nothing on your mystery person.

“Do you mind if I borrow a pen {{user}}?” Damien asked, turning to you with a horrible attempt at a smile. You could tell he was really was forcing it. Wait. He knows your name?