Jeeves and Wooster's Valentine's Day

"Do you know what day it is tomorrow Jeeves?"

"Valentine's day sir. A day named after St Valentine I believe" Jeeves replied, looking up from his polishing "Apparently the saint left a note to a jailor's daughter before he died, signed at the bottom were the words 'from your valentine', but there are many theories surroundings its origin sir" he had straightened up now, and met my eyes with his familiar gaze, and a familiar curve to his lips. I smiled back at him and, genuinely impressed, replied "I say Jeeves how interesting. I'd like to have a name like Valentine."

"Sir?" He cocked an eyebrow at me and I am proud to say I know that look. He doesn't understand what I said, for some reason his amazing mind didn't comprehend some of the things I say. I sighed; it was a bit tiring having to explain why things are interesting to me – by now he should understand my mysterious ways.

"Well it would be great Jeeves; it's such a formal sounding name. Quite exotic"

He smiled slightly and if I didn't know better I'd say he was humouring me. "Very good Sir" He left the room, carrying the drinks back into the drawing room. I followed him out and watching him mix me another one of his brilliant cocktails. I sat down at my piano and played him a little tune

"Do you like that tune Jeeves?" I asked, Jeeves looked up from the drinks and mused a little bit, staring behind me out the window. I looked down at the old ebony and ivory, in case my gaze was putting him off.

"It's very beautiful sir, different to the normal type of music you play, and may I ask what has caused the change sir? Has a young lady caught your eye and you decided to write her a romantic tune for Valentine's Day sir?" I laughed and shook my head

"It's a song I wrote when I was ten years old Jeeves" he looked up and cocked his head at me in disbelief

"At only ten years old sir? That's a very good tune for just ten years"

"It's not that good Jeeves; it's only a little tune"

"It's more impressive than one I could come up with Sir" I smiled slightly

"Are you planning on going out soon Jeeves" I enquired. He looked up to the right as if he were really thinking hard

"Not unless Sir requires anything"

"Not particularly Jeeves...but I would like the house to myself for a few hours." I looked up and he was already by the door, putting on his hat and coat.

"Very well Sir, I may as well stop off at the dry cleaners and check on sir's black suit, and then the tailors to check on sir's tweed."

"Good good Jeeves, have a pleasant journey"

A few hours later Jeeves arrived home, taking special care to knock before entering in case I was doing anything he shouldn't see. Luckily my task was complete, and it was quite late at night so I bid him good night. I lay in my bed excited about the following day. I hoped Jeeves would like his present.

I woke up early that morning to a heart shaped pancake. I looked up at Jeeves, my heart racing to see him wink at me as he left my room. I jumped out of bed and ran into the drawing room where a nervous looking Jeeves sat on the lounge chair

"I wrote you a song" I stammered and he smiled widely at me

"You did sir?"

"Yes, in light of the day it is today"

"Very kind of you sir"

"Well I want to make you happy Jeeves"
"You already do sir" My heart jumped out of my chest and embraced his, metaphorically of course, otherwise our Valentine's day would have been considerably less romantic. I played him my song and he joined me at the piano, wrapping his arms around my waist as I played. I had never been so happy to be at my piano.