[ Is she surprised? A little. He didn't seem terribly excited about Valentine's Day, and she'd been ready to chalk it up as either dudely ambivalence or disappointment that she couldn't get the day off in time. But he pulls out the box, and — yeah, that's a box.

Smiling, she accepts it. ]

Cool, thanks.

[ Impulsively, affectionately, she reaches out to ruffle his hair. ]

I can probably beg off closing duties if you want to come over later. Like, around one. [ And yes, that's the AM variety. ] I left your present upstairs, anyway.