It was Valentine's day. Since neither Z or you had a date, you decided to hang out together after class. It had become a tradition for the both of you over the years. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink and red.

"Valentine's day is totally overrated." Z declared as she walked on the bleachers, her arms spread out on either side of her in order to keep her balance. "Basically all of it. The fancy dinners, the roses, the candy... Just seems like the same old stuff every year." She sat down next to you unceremoniously, holding a heart-shaped lollipop in her hand. "Don't ya think?" Z asked.