Ririko turned to look at Victor after hearing what he said.
"Now you're worrying about me, too?"
In fact, Bruce and Dick had each tentatively asked her if they could spend Valentine's Day together.
She had given them both the same answer: she was going to work part-time at a restaurant, but she promised to bring them chocolates.
Both found it incredible that Ririko would work a part-time job, but once they confirmed she hadn't made plans with either of them, they felt better.
Victor shrugged, his tight black tank top tugging with the movement. "I thought you'd be busy. Looks like I was worrying for nothing."
Ririko stepped in front of him and leaned forward slightly.
"What I want to know is... what the hell are you doing here?"
Victor had known she would ask that.
He untied his pink apron and said to Edward, "Beanstalk, once you've finished cleaning up, we'll eat."
Edward adjusted his glasses and said indignantly, "My name is Edward Nygma, not Beanstalk."
"Oh, got it, Beanstalk," Victor said lazily.
Ririko narrowed her eyes at the bald man's retreating back. He definitely had a secret he couldn't let anyone know.
After closing, Fish Mooney and her three "employees" sat around a small round table for dinner.
Fish Mooney had made a pot of Red Wine-Braised Beef, served with mashed potatoes and crusty bread.
Victor was still in charge of the steaks and fries. As for Ririko's Valentine's Day Special, no one wanted to touch it.
Edward glanced at Ririko's plate. Her beef had been cut into a neat heart, with black pepper sauce drizzled around it. Clearly, someone had taken care with the plating.
He looked down at his own plate. It held several irregular scraps of beef, with a few shreds of meat