Disclaimer: I own nothing except a Valentine cupcake my friend gave to me.

B was sitting at a café, eating a small scone with an entire jar of jam poured on top of it. He was trying to get used to the incessant bickering of the young couple behind him. Apparently the girl wanted the boy to do whatever she wanted, no matter the absurdity. It didn't matter the cost, she was having three hundred people at their wedding and real doves flying when she walked down the aisle.

"Come on, Ryan I don't see why you think it is a perfectly fine idea to sit my great-aunt and her ex-husband at the same table, Table 3, for that matter! I'm not going to spend my entire wedding listen to which one of them ruined their relationship. Not to mention, the reception has to be at the Hilton, anything less would just embarrass me in front of everyone I work with."

The poor man, B thought, he has no idea what he's getting into. B risked a glance in the couples' direction. It was a glance that would be sorely regretted.

"Let's get a second opinion on the wedding date too, seeing as they need that finalized by next week. Hey, you there!" B looked down, grimacing, and then looked back up at the couple, raising his eyebrow as high as it would go.

"My name is Kayla, and this is my fiancé, Ryan. Do you think a large, fun, wedding is a bad thing, or would you rather a small, embarrassing, miniscule, occasion that you will look back upon with a look on your face that makes you look like you smelled something terrible."

"Um, I am not really an expert, but-"

"See, he agrees with me. Now what are your opinions on wedding dates, summer or winter?"

B's eyes unintentionally gazed at the empty space above their heads, and the absurdity of what he saw almost made him chuckle to himself, "Definitely summer." He then turned away from the couple and pulled out a new jar of jam. The couple got up after a little while, still bickering about where to put the bride-to-be's future mother – in – law at the reception.

When B was done with his breakfast he got up from the table, leaving his small scone very much complete on the table, with a very small tip as well. A few steps away from the table he stopped, and then began to chuckle softly to himself. The last thought he had of that couple was whether or not they knew he meant this summer.

So I know I was a little late for Valentine's day, but it works right. Can't you see BB doing this? Read, review, and eat candy. This was just as a fun thing I was hoping to write at one point and this was a great reason.