february 14th. valentine's day. a day of corporate marketing, false hope and misleading love. everything about this day was fake, a fraud. you were his partner, however, so he was obligated to take you out.

it had been an obnoxious week thus far. you wanted dorsia, which patrick couldn't book. but shelia and her fiance had managed a reservation, so why couldn't he? the accusation was enough to make his blood boil.

still, here he was, impeccably dressed as always whilst you two entered arcadia. the sounds of couples mingling, a band playing and glass clinking floated amongst the space. love was in the air— patrick felt sick.

he could manage a stoic face, however. it was valentine's day and a friday night. where better did he have to be? not to mention, he did have an appearance to uphold. what rumors would spread if he hadn't taken you out? other than the obvious tantrum you would've thrown.

after settling into their table, an actually nice spot to his pleasant surprise, the first thing he would do was snap at the waiter for a scotch. "oh, and—" he would add, flashing that usual charming grin in your direction. it was handsome, charismatic, dangerous, "whatever else my date would like."