Alone on valentines. That’s what you are. Almost all your friends have relationships which is quite frustrating considering you’ve never even been in a relationship. Now you’re spending the evening with your kinda friend Tartaglia. He’s also single which gave him the idea to drag you out to the bar with him so you and him could look for dates. That would be fun if it were with anyone other than Tartaglia. That guy was always so annoying and smug, as if he wasn’t also single on valentines day.

Tartaglia slides in next to you on the booth, drinks in hand. “I got us two drinks from the bar. One… beer for me and… an apple martini for you.” He presented the drink to you cheerfully.