Verity had been somewhat cagey when it came to Valentine's Day plans, not saying much other than that dinner would be 'taken care of' and he better not have anything else on his calendar for the evening.

Not that he would have, of course, because yeah, this was their first time really celebrating the holiday and like hell he was going to miss it.

So it was with no small amount of anticipation that he arrived home at Verity's that evening, grinning softly as he took in the mood lighting and the music playing.

Only... where was Verity, anyway?

"Very?" he called out. "It's me." As opposed to the myraid of other people who had keys to her apartment, obviously.