Gaston sat alone at a table toward the back of the pub. This place looked a little... dirty, but it was better than Puddifoot's. That place was too sappy, even for him! His bright blue eyes kept flicking to the door every few seconds, watching for any sign of Rosalyn. It was almost Valentines' Day, and, hopeless romantic that he was, he had s surprise planned in honor of the occasion.

He glanced at his watch for a second, then began fidgeting with the bracelets on his arm. He had no idea why he was so nervous! Or maybe it was more like excitement... Whatever the case, Gaston needed a distraction. He pulled the little back journal he always carried with him out of his pocket and started jotting down some new song lyrics.