Your friend would ask you, "Hey it's Valentines' Day...are you with someone?"
You would answer with the up most dignity: "I'm célibataire..."
He/She would just look at you with a poker face. "Yeah...French isn't going to make it sound any better..."
And so, you spent the rest of your day in that cafe where no one can recognize you...
That is until Alfred came.
He came rampaging through the cafe holding flowers and a box of chocolate...towards you.
Now, this man was a very close friend. You've known the blond since preschool and throughout the years; he showed absolutely no hint of taking interest in you.
He stumbled upon a couple of chairs and repeatedly apologized to the old man whose drink he spilled. And then he trekked on.
He pulled out a chair and you just looked at him with interest. Not like the 'OMG he's so cute. Thank JESUS he finally had the guts to tell me because I was waiting for SO LONG' but the
'...is this kid for real?'
He sat down and stared at you with the most concentrated eyes.
"Do you want t-" you finally began.
He shoved a card to your face.
" It's going to be the best _ay.
And you stared at the card.
He started smirking devilishly.
"And no I did not make a typo," he began. "Cause I'll be giving you the 'D' later tonight..."
Your jaw dropped, he gave you a quick peck, and left with victory.