You were both working in the flower shop; it wasn't a very busy day, but as it was Valentine's Day, there were a lot more people than normal, which wasn't an issue.

Dawn was behind you, assembling a bunch of flowers in the requested oval flower arrangement style. He appeared to be lost in his own world, his motions slow as he was preoccupied with the idea of spending Valentine's Day with you in a more romantic setting rather than at work.

He hadn't even noticed you calling his name.