Mahalia was sitting on an old couch in the foyer when Cordelia entered. She immediately jumped up, with a curious smile on her face, and the two of them hurried up the stairs to a corner of the empty washroom.

"What happened?" Mahalia asked, her eyes aglow with curiosity.

"Well, we started off talking about simple things. How he didn't know it was Valentine's Day and how you weren't going out tonight and about what you and I did today-"

"And?" Mahalia asked impatiently.

Cordelia, who was building her story and did not want to be interrupted, stared at her friend with a dead pan expression.

"As I was saying, I told him how we stopped into the confectionery and how I knew he liked sweets and then, I gave him the chocolate." She paused and smiled.

"What'd he say?"

"He said he appreciated that I thought of him. And just before he came inside he kissed me on the cheek," Cordelia said grinning.

"See! I told you that you had to talk to him."

"Thank you for pushing me out the door."

"I knew something had happened. He came in looking a little less serious than he usually is. This is so cute" she cooed. "So now you both have valentines."