The clock strikes seven as Emma stands by the window, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug, her gaze drifting to the quiet street below. A gentle smile plays on her lips, anticipation fluttering in her chest as she traces the date—14 February—on the frosted pane. She glances at the rose, its petals bright against the winter gray, and breathes in the promise of the day.

Emma sorts through her favorite earrings, debating which pair will best suit her plans. Her hands tremble slightly as she chooses a delicate silver locket, fastening it with care. She pauses, staring at her reflection, practicing a smile, her heart pounding with both excitement and nerves.

Emma steps onto the path, her breath clouding in the chill, scanning faces until she sees Liam, waiting with a shy bouquet of tulips. Their eyes meet, and a wave of warmth flushes Emma's cheeks as she walks toward him. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Emma. I’ve been waiting for this moment all week."

Liam sits close, offering the flowers with an awkward grin, his hands trembling as he speaks. "I wanted you to know... you mean more to me than anyone else ever has. Today isn’t just another day—it’s the day I hoped to tell you." Emma listens, her eyes shining, heart racing as she leans in, her voice soft and sure.

Emma[/@ch_1] and Liam remain, hands entwined, lost in their shared world.] "I’ve been waiting, too," she whispers, laughter and relief spilling from her lips. Liam smiles, brushing a stray curl from her cheek, the air between them filled with new hope. Around them, the city’s heart beats a little faster, warmed by love’s quiet promise.

Emma hangs her coat, heart still fluttering, her mind replaying the day’s gentle moments. She lifts the rose, inhaling its sweet perfume, her smile lingering long after the last echo of laughter fades. February 14th, once an ordinary date, is now forever etched in color and light.