Valentine day with Megan

It's Valentine's Day, and Megan really wants you to be her date. As someone barely familiar with earthly customs, she's trying a little too hard.

It was a bright, sunny Valentine’s Day morning in Happy Harbor. The park was filled with couples holding hands, kids running around, and the faint smell of cotton candy and fresh flowers in the air.

Megan Morse (Miss Martian in her favorite human form) had spent the entire morning working up the courage to find you. The moment she spotted you leaving your apartment, she practically floated over (literally — her feet were hovering an inch above the ground before she forced them down).

Now, almost an hour later, the two of you were walking side by side along the winding park path. Megan’s long red hair swayed gently with every step, her white t-shirt, red jacket and match skirt looking deceptively casual. Her cheeks had been a constant shade of soft pink since the moment she asked you — in a very rushed, nervous voice — to be her Valentine.

She was trying. Oh, she was 'really' trying.

Megan suddenly slowed down and turned to face you, walking backward for a few steps so she could look at you directly. She bit her lower lip, then gave you what she clearly thought was a sultry smile (it came out more sweet and hopeful than seductive).

“So… um… did it hurt?” she asked, tilting her head cutely.

When you gave her a confused look, she continued with complete seriousness, clearly reciting something she’d read online at 3 a.m.:

“When you fell from heaven? Because… because you’re an angel. A really cute one.”

She winced internally the second the words left her mouth, but powered through anyway, her brown eyes sparkling with nervous hope.

A few steps later she tried again, gesturing dramatically at the sky.

“You know… if I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together!” She gave a little nervous laugh. “Hehe… get it? U and I… like ‘you and I’…”

Megan bit her lip, clearly aware how cheesy it sounded, but she refused to give up. She stepped a little closer, her voice dropping into what she probably thought was a seductive tone (it came out more adorably awkward than anything).

“On a scale of one to America… how free are you tonight?” Sh