Cassie's bare feet padded against the hardwood floor as she entered the kitchen, casually stretching her arms above her head. "Valentine's Day is coming soon," she announced, punctuating it with a loud yawn.

Tommy looked from his bowl of cereal that he was eating on the tiled counter. "It's not even Thanksgiving yet," he pointed out with a peculiar arch of his brow.

"But it will be," Cassie returned, momentarily standing next to the counter as she retied the loose strings on her pink flannel pajama bottoms. "And then, the next thing you know, it'll be Valentine's Day."

"Yeah, let's just forget Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Years', Martin Luther King Junior's Birthday, and Groundhog's Day and skip right to Valentine's Day," Tommy listed off teasingly, spooning cereal into his mouth.

"You don't actually celebrate all those, do you?"

Tommy decided that swallowing would be good before he spoke, and once he had done so, replied, "No, but that's not even the point." He turned around, leaning against the counter to look at Cassie, who was searching through the refrigerator. "Why are you so wound up about Valentine's Day, still four months away?"

Cassie didn't answer her roommate's question. When she finally did emerge from the refrigerator, holding an egg and a block of provolone cheese, she did all she could to avoid his curious gaze. Setting her ingredients aside, she ducked underneath the stove, searching for a pan.

Tommy shook his head, a soft smirk on his lips. Her silence and avoidance gave it all away. "So, what is happening with the drama that is you and the Phantom Ranger?"

The next thing the former ranger heard was, "Ow!" as Cassie knocked her head on the door of the cabinet as she surfaced from her hunt. Slamming the non-stick pan down on the stove, she turned and narrowed her eyes at Tommy. "Who said this has anything to do with him?"

"If this has nothing to do with him, I'll cut my hair."

"That's not going to happen," Cassie scoffed lightly, turning on the gas for the stove.

"Of course it's not," Tommy agreed, then added, "Cassie, you really shouldn't be so hung up on him. You don't even know what he looks like. You should just cut you losses-"

"You mean like you did?" Cassie retorted heatedly, instantly regretting what she had said. "Tommy, I'm sorry-"

He smiled lightly, though he was clearly hurt by the stab she had taken at him. "It's okay. Kat and I are…done." It was the first time he'd actually said the words since their breakup a week prior. And even though everything had been on his terms – unlike his last breakup – his heart still ached, knowing that he had hurt Kat in the process. In his mind, there had been no other choice. Kimberly had taught him that long distance relationships just didn't work, and he was just too scared of being wounded again.

For awhile, a silence fell between the two roommates that was filled only with the sounds of cooking – the crack of the egg shell, the sizzling of the egg hitting the pan, the shredding of cheese.

"Do you want an egg too?" Cassie asked tentatively as she finished scrambling her own egg.

Tommy nodded his head, glancing at the cereal he had been stirring unconsciously, now a soggy, soupy mess. "Sure, but no cheese, alright?"

Cassie cracked a grin. "Of course," she conceded knowingly. "You wouldn't have it any other way, would you, Health Nut?"

Tommy returned her grin with a small one of his own. "Hey, if you'd gone through what I did with that junk food monster, you would probably be a lot more sympathetic."

"I might," she retorted playfully, grabbing another egg out of the refrigerator after setting her own cooked eggs aside on a plate. "I was hoping he would be back for Valentine's Day."

The change in subject was not sudden at all to Tommy; he had expected it. "You dream about him again?" he prodded gently, watching her as she expertly cracked the egg on the side of the counter and allowed it to gracefully spill into the pan.

"Yeah," she reluctantly replied. "I can't seem to get him out of my head."

"When'd you last see him?"

"Last week."

Tommy watched her carefully as she tossed the eggs around in the pan with her wooden spoon. "You really should give him up, Cassie. It's not-"

"I know." She cut him off, her voice weary, though she had woken up only twenty minutes before. "You don't have to worry about me like my mom, Tommy. If I wanted that, I'd still be at home, instead of emancipated and rooming with you."

"I'm worrying about you like a friend would," Tommy reiterated with a bit of force. "I know we've only been living together for the past four months, but I like to think that I know you pretty well. It's not like you to be all hung up over some faceless guy."

"You're not wrong," Cassie chuckled quietly, turning down the gas on the stove as she finished with Tommy's eggs. "He's different though. He cares."

Tommy offered an empty plate to Cassie, and she scooped the fluffy yellow scrambled eggs onto it. Grabbing a fork out from one of the drawers beneath the counter, he used it to take the first taste of the food.

"Good?" she questioned, studying his reaction.

"Always," Tommy smiled, swallowing the first mouthful of eggs. "So, this is going to be the first Valentine's Day in three years that I will spend alone."

Cassie nodded. She already knew this.

"I was thinking, if you're alone too – which I'm hoping you're not – maybe we could spend it together, as friends?"

She smiled sincerely. "I'd like that."

"One condition though."

"What?" Cassie asked warily. Tommy was trying to hide that glint of mischievousness in his eyes from her, but was doing a bad job of it.

"You have to make me eggs like this every morning until then."

The Pink Ranger smacked his arm and rolled her eyes.