"No more running and hiding from me. I won't get mad; it's just a silly game."

Cassio doesn't believe in love. But Alina makes him happy, so unbearably happy that, in his twisted justification, he knows she's testing his endurance to prove he's worth her time.

She hasn't done anything to catch his eyes, but he has always had a knack for finding hidden treasures that others don't look twice at.

He doesn't want to lose her by pursuing too strongly. That's why he gave her months to hide, then he'll go whisk her away on their anniversary. There aren't set rules, which he takes blame for it when he benefits from them.

But who could blame him?

Certainly not his precious pretty girl.

So, when he finds her—stalking, she claims, and he vehemently denies the semantics—Cassio ignores how he's supposed to wait until Valentine's Day to show up and not weeks before.

Again, who could blame him?

He's impatient.