Ah, Valentine’s Day. It was finally over. No more lovey-dovey couples being extra sweet to each other.
Well, until the next one.
You sighed. Valentine’s Day wasn’t one of your favorite holidays…let’s just say that being reminded that you’re single by every couple that walks by isn’t very pleasant. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being single. Valentine’s Day just makes it seem like it’s a crime.
All of your friends either didn’t care or had a boyfriend to celebrate the cursed day with. Poor you, with your hopes and dreams that some secret admirer would show up with some flowers and candy and confess their undying love for you. That only happens in movies, not real life.
Of course, there was one guy. His name was Francis. He was a French exchange student who had come to study at your university since it was cheaper. He had many affectionate tendencies and would flirt with any girl that walked by him, single or not.
You secretly hoped that he would get you something. After all, who doesn’t love a romantic French guy? But, your hopes and fantasies were crumpled and stepped upon when you saw him surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls, fawning over his gorgeous blonde hair and cerulean eyes. Why did you fall for a guy who you knew would just give you heartache? He probably didn’t even know your name.
Sighing, you went back to finishing your notes that your professor recommended you do to prepare for the upcoming test. Before you could start writing, there was a knock on your apartment door. Curious about who it was, you got up and opened it. You came face-to-face with Francis, who was holding a bouquet of gardenias and violet lilacs and some Godiva chocolate.
“Hello…you are (Name), oui?” he asked cautiously.
“Y-yes…I don’t mean to be rude, but what’s with the flowers and candy? Valentine’s Day was over yesterday,” you replied hoping that you didn’t give him a bad impression of yourself.
Chuckling, Francis said, “My apologies. I was going to give them to you yesterday, but I didn’t see you. I didn’t know your address either, until I got it from your friend today.” He paused for a bit and then added, “Oh, these are for you.” He handed you the presents and you took them, taking time to sniff the lovely flowers.
“Thank you…why don’t you come inside,” you asked him. He nodded and stepped into your humble abode, drinking in his surroundings. You blushed when you saw his face scan the tiny apartment; why did he have to be so perfect? Though his gesture of giving you flowers and chocolate was kind, you couldn’t help but wonder…
“Why what, mon chou?” the slightly perplexed Frenchmen asked.
“Why waste your money and time on me by getting these nice things for me?” you asked. Surely, this was a prank right?
He smiled and said, “Your friend told me that you had a bad Valentine’s Day, and I couldn’t help but do something about it. She also told me that you had a secret admiration for me too.” Embarrassment flowed through you; he knew about your feelings? She probably had urged Francis to do this for you.
As if he read your mind, he winked at you and continued, “Don’t worry; I did this by myself. She had no hand in this, but I must say I got lucky. What are the chances of a cute girl like you falling for me?”
You blushed at his flirting and replied, “But you don’t even know me. How could you care so much for me?”
“Because, no girl deserves to be alone on Valentine’s Day. Especially beautiful ones like you.”