Hey, the way Annie and Diego rolled, literally anything could happen. He could get turned into his thirteen year-old self and they'd have to break up. He could get stranded in the past for three months. His sister could kill him while blowing up the moon, again. They could be shot on Valentine's Day, because tradition.

And that was just them. God only knew what kind of risks Barry was taking on a daily -- nay, hourly -- basis.

But never mind that. Annie was also feeling like a pretty good friend (or at least as good a friend as she could be in terms of providing an ear and something that felt good in the wake of a breakup), and she was also really starting to take stock of how ragged she'd been running herself the last couple of weeks. Maybe this spa trip would have been a good idea regardless of anyone's relationship status.

"Are you and Barry planning on doing anything fun for Valentine's?" she asked, piling her hair up a little higher on her head. Blowouts were a pain to maintain.