Be my Valentine

Two lines, and a “No” button that refuses to be pressed.

Opens in the dark. Strike a match, then choose the courses by candlelight.

A cinema they can’t leave: the only two free seats are next to each other.

A prize wheel that stalls one notch short… then crawls onto the one you rigged.

A silver foil panel they rub away to uncover what you already booked.

The camera flies across a city and drops a pin on the place. The invite’s under it.

Scroll a road that draws itself past every date that mattered — the ask waits at the end.

They plan the date — every choice quietly overruled — then it prints a pass.