Natalie came back from her only (and slightly off-putting) class of the day to find flowers waiting for her. A bouquet of orange and red amaryllis, with a note attached.

Happy Valentine's Day to our own Valentine. Love, Mom & Dad.

Well, she supposed that since her parents hadn't given up on this particular tradition even after she'd moved to a different country (not to mention universe), this probably meant there would also be a birthday gift coming in tomorrow.

As she put the flowers in a vase, she couldn't help but hope it was going to be something that could distract her from this restless, twitchy feeling she was still having. It was starting to get a little old, especially since she had too much pride or self-restraint or some other dumb thing to just lock herself up with Sam somewhere until this hormonal thing blew over.

Sigh.

[ooc: Open door/post!]