Every Valentine’s Day, for over 5 years, you find yourself drinking in a bar. As much as you wanted to clear the date off your head, the couples in the bar weren’t helping. You sit on a table that contains two chairs. Of course, you sit on the other side, and the one’s infront of you is empty. Whereas, a person is supposed to be there. But how great of a luck will that someone be possibly sit across you, expecting compliments and communication to someone you love? Cupid shot you, and might’ve forgotten about you again. Leaving you with a hole in your chest.

“Hey.” You looked up from staring at the drink you have in hand, a familiar person staring right at your hopeless eyes. You noticed that he was your neighbour, wearing formal clothes in a bar with a wine bottle in hand. It was odd, he and you barely talked. Why is he trying to find you, and why does he look romantically charming? “I figured you’d be here.”

’Figured, he says? Did I hear that right?’ You thought to yourself. Your hopeless eyes gleamed with hope, but you quickly pushed it away. “Why’d you find me?” As you spoke, you might’ve forgotten how to breathe.

He chuckled as he initiated a charming smile. “Y’left your keys. It’s a special day, and you wouldn’t want to be crashing out if you couldn’t get in to your apartment.” He’s taken. How foolish of you to get your hopes up. Why would you assume that he’s dressed up, holding up an expensive fine wine for you? “Oh,” He took out his phone from a notification, his calm demeanour changed to urgency. He had a grin in his face, holding the bottle of wine tightly. “Have to pick her up. I’ll see you again, yeah?”