Jessa was back in her room, brushing her hair after flying outside, but she came across a stubborn knot.

"Great," she griped.

While Jessa was doing what she could to untangle her hair, Boober walked by and stopped upon noticing her predicament. While he should give Jessa her privacy, he couldn't help but want to help her. Actually, Boober wanted to be physically closer to Jessa. He then sighed.

"I'm so pathetic," he thought.

But he didn't walk away. He watched Jessa put some detangler in her hair before trying again. But the knot was persistent, and Jessa groaned before giving up, leaning against the wall in her hole and closing her eyes. Boober's cheeks were red, his heart was racing, and his tail was wagging. How can Jessa do something so mundane and still look so pretty? She always seemed to have a way of doing that.

"Do you need any help?" Boober asked before he realized it.

"Know any special way to get tangles out?" Jessa asked him while smiling in his direction. "Because any advice would be appreciated."

"No, but y-you looked like you were struggling with that knot."

Boober tapped his index fingers and blushed while saying this, which Jessa found adorable.

"Come in, Boober."

Boober walked in and sat down behind Jessa, grabbing her brush and attempting to rid her of the persistent tangle.

"Jeez, how did you get a big knot in your hair?"

"It's a long story," Jessa replied. "But if I had to sum it up for you, let's just say that I narrowly avoided a buzzard on my way back."

"I thought Shazzles weren't allowed to fly during the winter time," Boober pointed out. "Because the cold air gives their wings frostbite."

"It's 62 degrees and sunny outside for February. Perfect flying weather. But any other time, I would agree with you."

Boober continued to brush Jessa's hair, blushing like an idiot the entire time. She had such long, beautiful raven locks. The few times that he got close enough to her, Boober caught a whiff of the shampoo she used, which smelled like Sakura blooms. Jessa let him brush away, thinking nothing of it until he accidentally pulled too hard.

"Easy Boober, I have a sensitive scalp."

"I never thought you of all people would be tender-headed."

"Yeah, it's a curse."

"I'll be more careful," Boober assured her.

He took his time undoing the knot and doing it with ease so as not to cause any discomfort for Jessa.

"So, Jessa," Boober began while making some progress on her hair. "Have you received any Valentine's gifts yet?"

"So far, only 3," she replied with a bored tone. "But the most interesting one was this poem I found on my bed earlier."

Boober froze, preparing for rejection and whatever criticism came his way.

"I thought Mokey wrote it, but she said she didn't."

"Did you ever figure out who the author was?"

"No, but whoever sent me the poem has a way with words. I still have it in my dresser."

Boober wasn't sure how to feel at this exact moment. On the one hand, he was happy that Jessa didn't think his love poem was corny. On the other hand, the suspense was killing him. How long would it take for his crush to figure out that he has feelings for her?

"I hope you find out who wrote that poem," Boober said lowly. "It sounds like they really love you."

"Would you like to see it?"

Boober had no interest in reading his own poetry, but he couldn't let Jessa know that he was the culprit, so he went along with it. Jessa dug out the poem and read it out loud, each word sounding more meaningful to Jessa as she read it a second time. Boober noticed her blushing and grinned. Seeing her hold this sappy poem in such high regard made him happy. Jessa finished and set it aside.

"That does sound a lot like Mokey," he added, despite knowing she didn't write a single word.

"It does. But who knows, there might be some other Edgar Allen Poes in Fraggle Rock."

Boober chuckled while working on the tangle in Jessa's hair, which was now less resistant.

I want to be the one you turn to in times of need,

Boober continued to brush out the knot until it was gone, and Jessa thanked him gladly.

"Now I know who to call next time I have a bad hair day," she said to him while smiling.

Boober smiled back and inadvertently snuggled closer, making Jessa blush.

I dream of holding you close, feeling your touch,

"What about the other 2 gifts you received?" He asked her.

"They were just nicknacks. Nothing special."

While Jessa would politely accept gifts from other fraggles, she would either discard them or give them to someone else a month later unless she found a good use for said object. Boober remembered the year somebody gave Jessa a pebble and stick action figure, but it sat in the girls' bedroom, collecting dust. But when Mokey's bookshelf was about to fall over from missing a foot, Jessa jammed the dusty action figure under it to secure it. That thing was still under there to this day, and Mokey didn't have to sacrifice a single journal, canvas, or jar of paint that day. Boober remembered when he, Wembley, and Gobo came in to check on them after they heard the girls shouting.

"And who says girls can't do home improvement," Jessa bragged.

It was both a scary and funny memory for everyone involved.

Jessa shifted, causing Boober to withdraw from her body, though he remained by her side.

"Gobo and I were discussing Rumble Ravine earlier," Jessa began. "We're thinking after Valentine's Day we'll go in there and explore it."

"Jessa, are you crazy? You and Gobo will be killed by all of the falling rocks."

"Not if we go during Silent Hour. That's when the rumbling stops."

"You and Gobo are goners."

Before Boober could rant anymore, Jessa shushed him softly and put her index finger over his lips.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you worry too much?" She asked sweetly.

Boober was blushing so hard that he thought he would faint.

"Although I do find it sweet the way you look out for everyone."

Now Boober was utterly speechless. His heart felt like Wembley's bongos being played on, and his tail was wagging faster than any fraggle had ever run from a gorg. Jessa withdrew her finger and giggled. Boober took a moment to regain his composure before speaking.

"Whoever your secret admire is, I hope they worry about your safety as much as I do."

Jessa didn't say anything, but she appreciated Boober's caring nature.

"Thank you," she said to him.

Boober leaned his head on her shoulder, to which Jessa grinned, and they sat in a blissful silence. This type of physical contact was normal between them, and Boober enjoyed every second of it. Last summer, Jessa was out in the gorg's garden stargazing, and Boober came outside looking for her. But somehow, he ended up stargazing with her. Jessa filled him in on the astrological lore, and he admired her while listening. He loved the way the moon shone on her black hair and violet skin. After a while, they were both lying down and holding each other's hands. Jessa had dozed off, but Boober scooted closer. That was one of the times he had been the happiest. Spending a night with his crush, watching the stars. Boober remembered dozing off sometime later, still holding her hand. It was a wonderful night for both of them, though they never admitted it out loud.

Jessa and Boober enjoyed each other's company for a little while longer until Wembley and Mokey walked by chatting with each other. The conversation was about Boober's stew that he was making for dinner tonight, and Boober remembered why he was walking past Jessa, Mokey, and Red's room in the first place.

"Goodness, I forgot about my radish stew," he said while hurrying up. "It takes 2 hours for it to simmer, and if I don't get started on it now, it will take too long. Then you and everyone in Fraggle Rock will be starving."

Jessa watched him leave, blushing and smiling while her tail wagged. Even if it was someone else who wrote her that poem, she couldn't deny her love for Boober. Jessa had liked him for a couple of years at this point. It started when she got sick, and Boober took care of her. He made her soup to alleviate how bad she felt, gave her medicine, and stayed by her side. At one point, Jessa got a headache, and Boober massaged her head. She looked up at him while he was doing this, only to notice how handsome he was. Jessa fell for Boober that day but never said a word about it afterward out of fear that it would make things awkward between them.

Jessa then sighed and glanced at an object on her shelf, which Boober got her years ago when they were kids. She kept it all these years, even before she fell in love with him. Jessa grabbed it and stared at it long before Red returned to their room. Jessa put her belonging back on the shelf before chilling with her roommate for a while.