Stavros had received no less than six singing Valentines this morning. He must've been down on his game -- that was two less than last year. He hated them, but Stavros didn't have the heart to set them on fire at the breakfast table or anything. After all, somebody cared enough about him to send them, and for that he was grateful, even though he didn't ask them to and generally found their attentions highly embarrassing.

So he was mingling at the Ball. He didn't mind it so much, as there was no alcohol and so no drunken girls to avoid. He spotted Faye standing alone and came up beside her with a smile.

"Hello, Valentine," he said jokingly. "You're looking even more gorgeous than usual."