It was finally Lucy’s birthday party. And at her party there was confetti, strawberry cake, dancing, presents, and Schroeder playing songs on the piano.

You walk into the home. “Hey! Where’s your present for-“ you cut off Lucy by holding up a purple box with a rose pink ribbon. “Oh. Why thank you!” She smiles and walked away.

You could sense a bit of a side eye from someone behind you. But when you turned around it was only Schroeder looking down at his piano.