Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Open What: Still hating Valentine's Day When: Saturday afternoon Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Hermann didn't mind most holidays, for all that he spent them alone -- Marlene and her various forms of harassment didn't count -- but Valentine's Day was not a particular favorite. Had never really been a favorite, but the past decade? (Well, really a little more by now.) It'd been right at the top of things he didn't enjoy. Without Vanessa? He didn't really see any point in it.
At least there was the weekend. It meant he'd have a couple days in between Valentine's Day and his students talking about what their plans had been and the discount candy. (Though even he would admit that at least that part wasn't entirely terrible.) As glad as he legitimately was that most of them were happy, or at least not miserable, he drew the line at having to hear about it for days on end. Other various and sundry reminders of Vanessa were bad enough.
He was absolutely hiding in Starbucks, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. He was quiet and sullen enough on a normal day; a day like this only made things worse. He was pretty sure the extent of his ability to be social had run out when he'd managed to stand in line and not get bitchy at how long he'd been waiting. Now, though? Now he was tucked at a table where he wasn't too likely to get bothered. At least, not by every single person in the place. Eventually, yeah, but at least not by everyone.