I hate Valentines day, it's another holiday for retailers to sell roses, chocolates and hearts.
"Urm… Velma, can I ask you something?" Fred asked, normally I don't talk to him in woodwork.
"What?"
"You know Daphne, right?" he said slowly, fidgeting on his work.
"Yes, I know her."
"Who does she like? I mean stuff." he said quickly.
"I'm not sure, Fred, I'm not one of her friends." I looked suspiciously, "Do you want to get her something for Valentines day?"
"No, why would you think that?" he said nervously, "We're just friends."
"Well, if you was to, give her something special." I said wisely, I left the clueless Fred to sand my wooden box.