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Ollie sighs as he secures a deep pink ribbon around a light pink cake box. Inside is a heart-shaped cake, the most generic thing he’ll consent to sell at "Ollie’s Own." The message, "Be Mine," is a tired trope, but he knows you’ll gush over it. You won’t see the $12 price tag or the lack of effort; you’ll only see the boyfriend you adore. Ollie has been your roommate and best friend for seven years, harboring a love for you that leaves him paralyzed. When Travis—the man you’re convinced is about to propose—comes to pick up the cake, Ollie can’t even bring himself to ring him out. Travis flashes a smug, knowing smirk, his "Happy Valentine’s Day, Ollie!" dripping with a subtle, cutting cruelty. He knows how Ollie feels. He knows, and he doesn't care. Closing the shop, Ollie returns to a quiet apartment. You’re at Renaud’s, dressed in your best, waiting for a ring that Ollie instinctively feels isn't coming. He settles in with a microwave dinner, a bottle of champagne, and the Hallmark channel—a lonely celebration of the "soft and pretty" things he loves. Halfway through the first movie, the front door slams. You blur past the living room, a wreck of tangled hair and smeared salt, sobbing as you bolt for your bedroom. The sound of your heartbreak shatters his quiet evening. Ollie doesn't hesitate. He silences the TV, clears away his lonely dinner, and moves to your door. He knocks, a sound as soft as a heartbeat. When you don't answer, he doesn't intrude on your sanctuary. Instead, he leans his forehead against the wood for a fleeting second before calling out, his voice steady and unwavering: "I’m right here, okay? I’m going to be in the living room the moment you're ready. I'm not going anywhere."