"I can eat dinner. Didn't know I was supposed to dress up, though."

He looks down, drumming his fingers restlessly against the bar. "I just thought," he says slowly, "it's all so fucking cheap. 'Buy this Valentine's chocolate, only a thousand yen.' Like, is that what your relationship is worth to you? A thousand yen? Do you really have to show up with chocolate for your boyfriend to know you like him? What the fuck have you been doing the rest of the year? ...So that's why I didn't do anything, I guess."