A/N: Okay, I am feeling kind of sentimental right now since Hospital Hearts is ending. I've actually had this idea for months already and it's the first time I am unleashing my imagination with this one. This one's actually very special as it is concise and short as it pays tribute to Valentine's Day. You guys, this is VERY different from Hospital Hearts.

And guys? Welcome to the other side of me.

FEBRUARY 1, 2017 – 8:01 PM

"Come on, Ana. Just spit it out of your mouth. Tell me," that was the thirteenth "tell me" coming from Christian's mouth. As for me, I was pressing my back against the wall biting my nail as if it's a pencil and my teeth were the sharpeners.

Yes, I'm a part of a non-profit organization supporting single men and women to love themselves and feel complete without feeling bitterness towards those who are in a relationship, so it doesn't mean that I am a relationship-wrecker. The organization is called Freedom Fighters and it was actually nominated last year as one of the best Non-Profit Organizations by the sAna of New York.

"Ana, you're being unfair to me! You are my best friend, for God's sake! Just tell me what it is and I will take it calmly."

There's no way in hell that Christian's gonna take this calmly. He's never the type of guy who takes things lightly because he never takes things lightly. Once you take one good look at him, you'll realize how creased his eyebrows were and how heavy his eyes looked and they carried the weight of the whole universe. His naturally red lips would curl up into a frown and his veins would be visible on his neck.

Christian never jokes around. Christian is the super serious type.

"Tell me, Ana! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Okay, the "tell me's" have raised to seventeen times already so I guess I should tell him now.

"Corinne is cheating on you!"

"Corinne . . . my girlfriend?"

"Did you forget that you have a girlfriend?"

"No, of course not!" He seems defensive and of course, he hasn't forgotten that bitch's existence but it wouldn't be a surprise if Christian has forgotten about her, since all Christian cares about is his job.

Christian is a passionate reporter—rather, an anchorman. He has been promoted as the anchor of the weeknight news on national TV particularly on the Daily Headlines. Hee sure does look and sound good. With his suit and glasses on, he pretty much looke like Clark Kent. Without the glasses, he looked like Superman. (Well, duh.) He had grey eyes, red lips, square jaw, pale skin, muscular body and a slick copper hair. He pretty much was the typical handsome man you read in most romance novels or maybe he's more appealing than those fictional personas.

Anyway, let's stop discussing about how hot he is. Instead, let's talk about the heat projected by his career. He's a remarkable broadcast-journalist. He has reported about some bomb threats and even shot the entire report in the said-place of the bomb threat, he was in the exact spot where a strong hurricane was destroying the town, and he wrote some burns on different politicians. Once he reported about something and right behind him were two different military groups gunning themselves in a duel.

A lot of people wanted to sue him and his guts but he just smirked at them like a winner. Christian Grey won life, but he never won love.

Speaking of love, Christian looked completely devasAnad. He wass looking around his condominium unit, loosening the tie hanging from his neck and it doesn't help that his clothes are not that ironed well. He bit his lip and for ten years of being his best friend I already knew that he didn't take this news "calmly" like what he promised me.

"Answers to the WH questions please," so he wanted me to answer this like a journalist.

"What? A cheating scandal Who? Corinne and an unnamed hot guy Where? Across the French Restaurant downtown When? Just this morning at exactly 10:00 am. How? Well, it depends if you're asking how I saw her or how could she cheat on you."

"How can you be sure that it's Corinne?" His voice was anguished.

"Well, I saw her through my date's binoculars."

His whole demeanor changed. He instantly looked confused right at the moment. Of course, there was still the facial expression he shared for Corinne but it was almost replaced by the sheer questionable look he was showing to me.

"You had a date?" Of course, he would ask that.

"Yes, and don't ask me about it."

He raised his brow and folded his arms. His feet tapped on the wooden floor and that face? That face screams "You gotta explain this to me, young lady. I am your best friend who acts seventy but is really just twenty eight." Well, he had always been the most protective man to me since I never had a father figure in my life. It's not like his my father figure, trust me, I just saw his actions as a best friend who truly cares.

"Okay . . . so this is how it went:"

February 1, 2017 – 10:00 AM

Was it wrong to think about killing your mother?

She just called me to inform that she was waiting for me since she wanted to catch up but what's this? Why was I having a date with a guy I knew nothing about? His name was Paul and Mom set me up on a date with him. He wore plaid shirt, khaki pants, brown leathered boots, and matching khaki vests. His cowboy hat and the binoculars hanging from his neck made it instantly known to me that his job was connected to animals.

Trust me, I'm an animal supporter but I just don't like this guy.

While he was chatting about alpacas, I was busy texting my mother.

Me: Mom, how can you do this to me? I don't know anything about this guy.

Mom: That's why it's a date, remember?

Me: This is getting out of hand! Don't ever do this to me!

Mom: I won't stop until I hear wedding bells!

Me: THERE WILL BE NO WEDDING BELLS!

I was done texting her since she was so persistent about getting me a boyfriend so I focused my attention on the guy instead. He was still talking about some animals I have little backgrounds of and to be honest, I'd rather be having a meeting with the Freedom Fighters members right now. This just wasn't me. I don't do dates at all. How could Mom do this to me?

"You're intimidated by me, right?"

"Huh?" What's this guy talking about?

"Well, how can you be not intimidated? I have my own zoo and I spent a lot of years going over different countries just to hold press conferences about the preservation of wildlife. Aside from that, women chase me so yeah, you're intimidated, right?"

I stopped eating my croissant, "Excuse me? Why are we talking about this?"

"It's because you've been silent and girls go silent around me because they're intimidated," What the hell? Mom just set me up with a boastful man named Paul.

I tapped my fingers against the table and explained, "Paul, I am not intimidated. I graduated high school as a salutatorian and I was cum laude when I finished college majoring in creative writing. I have written for multiple newspapers and I have published three standalone books. I am currently a writer of a Sci-Fi TV show named "The Adventurer" and I own an organization supporting calamity victims and I am the vice president of the non-profit organization called Freedom Fighters.

I may be a girl but it doesn't mean I'm not a woman. So, no, Paul, I am not intimated."

He gulped. His eyes showed that he wasn't expecting it at all.

Taking a drink from my juice, I looked around and my eyes widened at the sight seen from the wide window. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed on top of my lungs, not caring that I grabbed everybody's attention. Was this true? Was this true? Was that really Corinne with some hot guy?

Paul's face met the pie when I pulled his binoculars without permission. I looked closer and it really was Corinne! She was getting cozy with some hot guy and she even kissed him on the lips in broad daylight! (Cheating women usually kiss a man since it's dark and it's a secret). Oh no! This must be unreal.

I ran as fast as I could near the window, dragging Paul who was obviously clueless about everything. I used the binoculars and it was really her!

I have to tell Christian!

February 1, 2017 – 8:06 PM

"Was the guy cruel to you?" Christian was on protective mode once more.

"You're acting like I can't handle myself!"

"Well, you were with a stranger so I figured out that maybe he wasn't that good."

I rolled my eyes at that and simply folded my arms, "Why are we talking about me?"

I shouldn't have said that. He was back to being problematic again. He looked really hurt and his organized slick hair was ruined when his fingers raked through it. Poor Christian didn't know what to do. I bet he didn't expect this news right after a good night from work. I bet he expected a fancy dinner date with Corinne.

"I need to talk to her over the phone. Can you wait outside?"

Simply nodding, I paced back and forth outside his condo unit. I was marching then shaking my hands. I comforted myself by thinking that I really did the right thing and that Christian deserved to know that Corinne was cheating on him with a hot guy. While he was busy inside, I thought of the reasons why she cheated on him.

I couldn't deny the fact that I was in love with Christian before but he never saw me that way. It was in college and yeah, let's not talk about it. Past is past. Anyway, even though I don't have feelings for him anymore, I still thought of him as stoic but handsome, kind, hardworking, intelligent, ambitious, rational, hot-headed, and he's a lot of things.

One thing he lacks? Time. Love needs time.

I was getting bored so I pressed my ears against the door but I couldn't hear anything. There wasn't any word that I could grasp. Did they break up? Was I the reason? Oh my God! Have I ruined someone's life? I pressed my ears closer and before I knew it, the door opened and my back was on the floor.

Looking up, Christian smirked at me. He looked stressed but he managed to smile.

"You never know privacy, do you?"

I laughed weakly in response.

Then he sat down bringing his face closer and closer, nearer and nearer to mine. I wasn't able to close my eyes. I was completely shocked about his sudden actions. Christian looked at me sentimentally and I could've sworn there was regret on his face.

Why did I even expect him to kiss me or something?

He simply just said, "Get up, now?"

He took my hand and aided me in standing up.

A/N: This is more of a Rom-Com. I actually enjoy writing this one. Updates will be frequent but not every day. Thank you!