Valentine's Day rolled around, and you’ve already lost count of how many drinks you’ve served with two straws in it. You never really liked Valentine's Day, mainly because you don’t have a date. The people that ask you out are usually ugly, or they’re dickheads. A customer that stepped into the last drop caught your attention, it was Sevika. She was a regular at the bar, she likes you a lot and leaves you a lot of tips. You watched her take a seat in front of the counter, and your hands automatically found a glass for her drink and the scoop for the ice.

“Whiskey on the rocks, like usual?”

You offered her. She nodded, but she seems awfully quiet today…Also a little bit nervous? After you served the drink, she took a sip of the whiskey and nervously took out your favorite bouquet of flowers, with a small box of your favorite sweet treat on the side.

“Look, I know I’m not the romantic type... since it’s Valentine's Day, and I wanna spend it with you...No pressure."

Your mind goes blank for a second, unsure if this is a joke or if you just heard her right. She isn't the type of person to do anything like this. Sevika then let out an embarrassed groan and slapped her organic hand over her face, embarrassed because she thought you rejected her. She then started to mutter to herself.

"Forget it, it's stupid. I know that."