[He wasn't going to think about the fact he was single today. Not even if he did have a 'brotine' for the party Gilbert invited him too. He would not mope, on the couch, with a box of chocolates that he wished he could've given to her, and he would not throw himself a pity party today.
Francis C. Bonnefoy was better than that, and along with that, he didn't want anyone else that may be single to feel like that either.
Or at least the women, of Liberty specifically. It was surprisingly easy, really. The feat he attempted in the early morning hours of Valentines. Having money did that, really, as did his order at Liberty's very own flowershop. It wasn't much, at least, it wasn't much compared to his standards of what he normally did.
But he hoped it would brighten at least one person's day.]
tl;dr: Every woman in Liberty will have a
bouquet delivered to their door~ Signed "Someone loves you.You aren't alone."