Medea usually spent her Valentine's Days getting shitfaced, and today wasn't going to be an exception. Not even when she felt a familiar, almost violent restlessness inside of her, a drive to seek someone out and leap on them.
It wasn't for Jason, which was a relief, but Medea didn't know who it was for. It was very annoying.
She moved out onto the deck of the bar she was in. It was cold outside, but the interior was packed with overly cuddly couples, and Medea wanted no part of it. That was when she saw him.
"Hello, stranger," Medea called, leaning over the railing to smile at him.