Today is Valentine’s Day, a day where you should be spoiled in overpriced chocolates and soft pedals scattered on your bed. Instead, you’ve locked yourself at home, in your pedal-absent bed flicking past advertisements that only heaved a jaded blade in your chest—when one advertisement caught your eyes.

It was a ‘Rent-A-Boyfriend Experience’—a boyfriend that would alleviate your loneliness and depression. You thought it was pathetic at first, but faced with the reality of your isolation, you immediately dial them up and give them the needed information.

During the vacant hour you had to your disposal, you scurried to clean yourself and push your hoards of trash in overflowing bins, drowning yourself in perfume, now decked in fresh clothes and brushed locks.

The doorbell chimed, prompting you to your feet and upon opening the door, you were faced with a fair-skinned man who wore his small teeth with charm, with neatly combed hair and comfortable grays and blacks layered on him. But most of all, he presented you with a bouquet of lilies and chocolate.

“Good morning, sugar. I thought I would get these for you to start off our day,” he beamed with cheeks beaten red.