"I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
You sigh, watching the couple smile at each other and walk hand and hand out of the cafe. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and you just wish somebody would say that to you.
You look around at all the cute couples, the cafe decorated with red and pink hearts, and bouquets of red, pink and white roses on every table. Boxes of chocolates, heart-shaped cookies and little cakes that say 'I love you' sit in the display cases.
You take a sip of your coffee and turn your attention back to the book in your hand. Why would anyone want you to be their Valentine? This year won't be any different then the last one.
"Hey, (name). Whatcha' doing here all alone?"
You look up and smile. Your best friend, Alfred sits across from you, a McDonald's bag in hand.
"Why are you in here if you went to McDonald's?"
He shrugs. "I saw you in the window and you looked like you needed a Hero to cheer you up."
"Who says I need cheering up?"
He takes a bite of his cheeseburger. "'Cause, I don't think a pretty girl like you can sit alone on the day before Valentine's Day and not be upset."
You feel your face heat up. "Y-you think I'm pretty?"
For quite a while now you've had a little crush on him, but you don't know if he feels the same way.
He looks surprised. "Of course I think you're pretty. Why wouldn't I?"
You look down at your folded hands. "Because I'm not." you say quietly.
"Who told you that?" you can hear the protective tone in his voice.
"N-nobody. I'm just not pretty."
Jeez, when had you begun to stutter so much?
"(Name), you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
Oh yeah, when he started to make your heart melt.
You look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise, a blush racing across your cheeks.
He takes your hand that's laying on the table and rubs in thumb over the back of your hand. His looks nervous, but his baby blue eyes capture your gaze and holds it.
Your eyes widen again. "W-what?" Did you hear him right?
He swallows and you see a light pink dust his cheeks. "Will you be my Valentine?"
You surge forward and hug him across the table, almost knocking over your coffee.
"Yes, yes, yes!" you say happily, squeezing him hard.
He laughs and squeezes back, his hand reaching up to stroke your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
"I love you." he whispers.
You smile. "I love you more."
He chuckles. "I love you most."