Strawberry shaped Love

Strawberries And Hearts

~Aurora's pov~

Now, I get that Valentine's Day is a holiday to celebrate spending time with your loved one, but could you maybe explain why everything in my city is pink and there are hearts everywhere? why?

I'm truly terrified! Let me explain why.

I just went to a coffee shop and requested an espresso, but all the baristas were dressed in pink, and they even painted their shops pink?!!

Everything was pink everywhere I went, even the Target items!

So, thanks for shoving it in my face that I'm single as a pringle.

I just sighed and sat down on a park bench to sip coffee when I noticed a couple kissing in front of me.

And of course, just to add insult to injury, there's nothing quite like watching a couple kiss right in front of you while you drown your sorrows in your coffee.

I groaned and walked away. My mood began to worsen when I sipped on my coffee. Only to realize that they added strawberry...to...my...espresso.

To make it what?!! Pink? What were they even thinking?!!

But I couldn't throw it out since it was too pricey. Feeling devastated, I decided to let out a sad and loud sob, causing the birds in the nearby trees to scatter away in confusion.

I'll go get another cup of coffee or whatever. This is too much for me! I muttered to myself as I trudged towards the coffee shop. The sight of the couple kissing had only deepened my loneliness, and now the unusual addition of strawberry to my coffee had pushed me over the edge. I couldn't understand why they would ruin a perfectly good espresso with such a strange flavor. But as I got closer to the nearest cafe, I kept seeing hearts everywhere. They were hanging from the shop's windows, decorating the tables, and even displayed in the barista's apron.

There were hearts everywhere!!

It got worse as I got closer to the cafe.

Who the hell decorates like this?!! They went overboard this time! I could feel my anger building up inside me, and thoughts of violence started to creep in. The mere thought of someone being responsible for this heart-filled display made my blood boil. It was at that moment that a sinister thought crossed my mind: maybe I should take matters into my own hands. Maybe—just maybe—I might kill someone.

But I quickly shook off that dark thought. As tempting as it was to become an infamous Valentine killer, I knew deep down that violence was not the answer. Instead, I took a deep breath, pushed open the cafe door, and decided to confront the barista about their excessive decorations. After all, a calm conversation might be more effective than acts of aggression.

As my gaze settled on the hearts strewn about the cafe, I sighed. I'll simply ignore them for my own sanity and focus on the real issue at hand. With a determined expression, I approached the counter and rang the mini bell again to grab the attention of a barista. Suddenly, a barista spun around with a bright smile, but before he could speak, I did something I would never do... I yanked the paper heart stuck to his chest and tore it up into pieces, stomping on them and screaming like a banshee. The barista's smile quickly faded as he watched in shock. As I let out my frustration, the other customers in the cafe turned to stare at me in disbelief. Realizing the excessive nature of my actions, I took a deep breath and fixed my hair.

Perhaps it was time to have a calm conversation instead of resorting to aggression.

"I guess you can see the hearts, too." The barista asked. Feeling slightly embarrassed by my outburst, I looked at him, confused.