February 14th, 1988 — Cambridge, MA
6:19 PM, EST

"Damn, Shelby, you're looking hot!" Donna exclaimed as she flounced into the redhead's room, her makeup tote tucked securely under her arm. "Robbo is going to be one lucky man tonight."

Shelby's cheeks flushed as deep as the color of her hair, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at herself in the full length mirror that adorned her wall. She was dressed in the pretty black lace bustier with a high-waisted black skirt that revealed about an inch of her pale skin, black tights, and a borrowed pair of Lisa's black heels. "Are you sure? I'm not sure if I look like I'm headed to a Valentine's Day dinner at a fancy French restaurant or a funeral."

"Definitely not a funeral." Donna replied with a smirk, flicking the back of Shelby's leg as she flopped onto the latter's bed. "Too sexy for that."

Shelby groaned and rifled through her closet again. She knew Robbo wouldn't care what she was wearing, but she did. She pulled out an oversized black blazer and put it on, feeling much less exposed and much more comfortable.

"Can I do your makeup now?" Donna asked, setting herself up in front of Shelby's vanity.

"Yes, but nothing too crazy." Shelby replied, sitting in a chair.

"Never with you." Donna teased.

"Don't you have any plans for Valentine's Day, Don?" Shelby asked as the other girl began brushing some color onto her pale winter face.

Donna sighed and shook her head. "Lisa and I thought we would go hit up the bars. That's where all the other single people go, right?"

"I don't know." Shelby replied. She'd been single almost every other Valentine's Day of her life, but she'd never considered the day anymore special than any other dreary February day.

Donna giggled. "Of course, not all of us have a Robbo." She said. "Um, metaphorically, of course. I don't want a Robbo. Now, give me a Paula Abdul, or a Madonna, maybe ..."

"Well, Donns, maybe you'll find yourself a Madge tonight at the bar." Shelby said with an encouraging smile.

Donna sighed. "A girl can only dream." She stated before rifling through her kit. "This red would look good on Robbo's skin tone, don't you think?" She held it up to Shelby's lips. "Pressed against his cheek, or on the collar of his shirt, maybe?"

Shelby rolled her eyes and smirked slightly, unable to prevent the smile that came creeping on her face. "Just put it on, would you?"

Donna laughed and opened the cap. "Don't act like I don't know what happened in Salem, Miss Colewell." She teased. "When's he coming to get you, anyways?"

"Six thirty." The redhead responded, glancing up at the clock on her wall.

"Well then, I'd better hurry." Donna replies as she opened the lipstick and applied it onto Shelby's lips, along with some rouge on her cheeks and some mascara on her lashes.

"Thank you, Donna." Shelby said as Donna had finished applying the makeup.

"Knock 'em dead." Donna said with a smirk. "And by 'em, I mean Mr. Robert Everett."

Shelby flushed again, watching in the mirror as her cheeks turned the color of the blush that was already on her cheeks. She really didn't need any added red on her face; her body took care of that often enough itself.

It was almost 6:30, so Shelby slipped her feet into the borrowed heels and walked downstairs, Donna trailing behind her.

Robbo was already in the kitchen, chatting away with Lisa, who was watching Sixteen Candles.

"Molly Ringwald, if you don't want Anthony Michael Hall, I'll take him, no problem." She exclaimed. Her heard turned as Shelby and Donna walked downstairs. The blonde's jaw dropped as she caught a glimpse of Shelby, as did Rob's. "Uh, Robbo, you better treat her well tonight. She could have literally any other guy than you. Remember that."

Robbo smirked at Shelby and nodded at Lisa. "Thank you for those words of wisdom." He joked as he stood to join Shelby. "Ready, Shelbs?"

She nodded and slipped her hand into his. "I'm ready."

Robbo was dressed sharply in a black blazer and matching pants, looking much like the boy Shelby had seen back in Salem.

"You look nice." She said quietly as they walked out to his car.

"As do you." He replied with a wink and his signature flirty grin as he opened the car door for her.

Shelby had never gotten all dolled up as she was for a dinner date, and she was excited. She might have been a hardcore feminist, but that didn't mean she couldn't let a man treat her to a fancy dinner at a French restaurant, especially when the said man was Robbo.

February 14th, 1988 — Cambridge, MA
6:50 PM, EST

Robert Everett could not believe his luck.

Shelby was so damn amazing.

She was so smart, so funny, so sweet, and so beautiful.

As he sat across the table from her at Le Papillon, the fancy French restaurant one of his friends had recommended he take her to, he could hardly focus on ordering his coq au vin.

"You know, after seeing how you live back in Salem, I shouldn't even be surprised to know that you speak French, but here I am, surprised once again." Shelby teased after they had ordered their food. "I don't even know what I ordered. I just ordered what you did."

Robbo laughed. "Coq au vin. Chicken soaked in wine, basically." He said. "Didn't you study a foreign language in high school?"

"Sí," Shelby replied. "Español. Although I don't remember much, to be fairly honest. I was more focused on calculus and physics in high school that foreign languages."

"Me too." Rob told her. "My mom took French in high school, though, and she's obsessed with Paris, so my sister and I were forced to take French lessons from a young age. She went a whole two weeks only speaking to me in French so I'd learn better."

Shelby laughed. "Your mom is so fun!"

"Yes, 'fun' is one word for it." He joked.

Shelby beamed at him from across the table, and he slid his hand over and reached out to her's. While he might have been falling head over heels for the girl, part of him was still reluctant to believe that she truly didn't have feelings for Tony.

Eventually their food came, and Robbo was glad to see that Shelby loved coq au vin, especially since she had ordered it solely on his choice of it as his entree.

"Should we order dessert?" Robbo asked, knowing that Shelby had somewhat of a sweet tooth.

The redhead grinned. "You read my mind."

The waitress came around to ask about desserts, and Robbo ordered them a selection of macarons. They came in a cute pink box, and Shelby, ever a sucker for good packaging, could not wait to dig in.

There were orange ones, yellow ones, pink ones, green ones, brown ones ... literally any flavor Shelby could imagine.

"How about we grab these and head back?" Robbo suggested as he paid the check.

Shelby nodded and picked up the box, and then they headed out towards his car. Before they'd even gotten there, Shelby was in the dessert box, popping a pink macaron in her mouth.

"Oh my gosh," She muttered through a full mouth. "This is delicious."

Robbo laughed and placed a kiss on her cheek before opening the car door and letting her in.

They headed back to Shelby's house, as Donna and Lisa we're both still out at the bar.

When they got there, a yellow package was perched on the doorstep, resting against the door.

"What the hell is that?" Robbo asked as he got out of the car.

"I don't know." Shelby responded as she carefully walked over to it.

It was a box with a clear insert, giving her a clear view of the box's contents. Inside rested a single red rose, with a note tied around it that read, "Happy Valentine's Day, from your secret admirer."