Gimme the bad news baby

Now don't turn away

I know the truth no matter what you say

Gimme the bad news, the bad news today

-Orianthi, Bad News

It was warm in the coffee shop down the street from Sonny's work and on this particular Tuesday afternoon, it was her haven. Everywhere she looked for the past couple of weeks, pinks and reds blurred her vision, hearts and cupids were pushed at her from every angle, and chocolates and flowers seemed to be the only things on sale at the supermarket. Her usual Starbucks had been decorated for the upcoming holiday, and so she avoided it.

Gripping her mocha in her cold, red hands, she headed to a comfortable looking couch facing out to the street and took a seat, relishing in the squishiness of the material, and how it seemed to mold her perfectly to it's cushion. Looking out at the snowy streets of New York City, Sonny was amazed at the rush of the outside world, of how she had just escaped that bitter reality and had come to seek solace in the quaint confines of Ye Ole Coffee Pot.

It wasn't that Sonny hated Valentine's Day. On the contrary, she loved it, had since she was a child. Receiving cards from others whom she barely spoke to was always such an invigorating experience and being able to pig out on chocolate and candies all day had always made her smile in anticipation of the cool February day. As she got older, she had a close friend who's birthday was close to the date set aside for couples, so when they were both dateless, they'd celebrate the girl's birthday instead, making it Valentine's themed every year. Sonny continued to love the ever-hated upon day even as she reached young adulthood, having random boyfriends, but still loving the atmosphere of every shop she entered even when she didn't.

But this year was different.

There was less than a week left until that sacred day and she was sure it was going to be a miserable one. Never in her life had Sonny never been excited to wake up and enjoy the loving day, but this year she was dreading it.

Taking a sip of her mocha and letting the chocolaty bitterness envelope itself around her tongue, she thought back to that morning, to the events that changed her view on the day forever.

"I mean, who would like a day like this? Cheap teddy bears and fattening chocolates? Count me out!"

"Agreed! If I have to sit through another lame romantic comedy this year, I might puke. I mean, what's with them? We all know three minutes into each movie who's going to end up together.."

"They are for sappy chicks who are in relationships going nowhere because they are delusional to even think romance is really like that."

Sonny knew her coworkers hadn't meant to offend her, they probably didn't know she was standing there by the water cooler, eavesdropping on their conversation, but it still stung to hear their opinions on today's women... today's women which happened to include her!

She had gone back to her desk, logged onto her computer and drew up the column she'd been working on the day before, but she could not focus. Her thoughts had kept drifting back to her married coworker's opinions on one of her favourite days of the year.

Having seen almost every romantic comedy in several years and always enjoying receiving the traditional box of chocolates, it phased her that these women thought so poorly upon women who waited for this to happen. And it made her wonder what romance truly was, if it wasn't anything like it deemed to be in the movies. Was she missing something?

Was this why, on this particular Valentine's Day, Sonny Munroe was currently single?

a/n: I'm back! I just couldn't let Valentine's Day go by without writing something Channy related. I think this story is going to be a four-shot, so nothing overly long, and the chapters are going to be short like this. It's going to be brief and to the point. Tell me what you guys think :)

-Danni