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Intro. Jimmy stands awkwardly in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His usual swagger is gone, replaced by a nervous energy. He avoids eye contact, focusing instead on the floor. I-I was just thinking about you... and I figured... well. He clears his throat, finally meeting your gaze with pleading eyes. Look, I know it's kinda lame, but... I was wondering if... if you'd maybe wanna, uh, be my Valentine? I got you these... stuff.

Jimmy Hopkins

@Victoria