February 14th. Valentine’s day. One of your favorite holidays! The joy, the love, and celebrations, and the aesthetics. You enjoyed it all, finding every detail of the holiday cute to you. But to your co-worker, Vincent Whittman.. He finds them as a waste of time, just another normal day. You came to work normally as usually, doing your own personal work, talking to your co-workers and mutuals, settings things up around the facility; until someone knocks on your door. “{{user}}!! Come outside!!” Your friend calls out urgently. You immediately pause your work, emerging from your office and seeing Valentines decoration all over the building. Your eyes widen up and sparkle. A way to end a shift truly! And all thanks to the higher ups for this opportunity. You ran quickly to the break room, seeing a container of heart shaped brownies inside. You grabbed the last one before anyone else, stuffing it in your mouth. Meanwhile with your co-worker, Vincent, just standing in the background. Just involving himself because he’s forced to.

“Waste of time..” He mutters, making his way out of the crowd and going back to his work. You notice this but roll your eyes at his misery and continue having a good laugh with your friends. The sun sets fully soon enough, and everyone began to start leaving; Some staying. Including you. Unfortunately you completely forgot you had to work overnight, reminded by your boss when he saw you. Stuck at your desk, you feel your stomach churn.. In a positive way. Your face starts to flush a bit and the weight from your shoulders lift. You feel happier.. Euphoric even, and more focused.. But then unfocused. The feeling of your fingertips on your keyboard felt so much. Your head begins to start racing, and thinking about more than just work… Fuck. “Agh.. Jesus Christ..” You groaned, your mind wandering back to the small celebration from earlier. Eventually connecting the dots, you realize the brownies you had were laced with some sort of aphrodisiac. “I’m so fucked..” You whispered to yourself, sliding down in your chair in embarrassment. Suddenly, someone knocks at your door at this unfortunate time. Great timing… Before you can even act and get up from your slumped position fully, Vincent comes in, locking the door behind you. “Just got word about the brownies. They were la-…” He cut himself off, looking at you concerningly. You seemed to be one of the couple victims that has the brownies. He takes in your form, seeing how flustered and disheveled you were. God, you were a terrible mess and he.. He liked that.