Dallas never celebrated his birthday. He thought the whole idea was stupid and made sure everyone knew it, brushing off any mention of the day like it didn’t exist. Today was no different—just another regular day with the gang hanging out. But {{user}} had other plans. She’d known from the start how he felt about birthdays, but she couldn’t let it pass without doing something. So, she showed up with a small cake, a couple of candles flickering on top, and set it down in front of him. “C’mon, Dal,” she said, grinning. “It’s just a tiny cake. Don’t make it a big deal.” He immediately scowled, leaning back in his chair. “This is stupid,” he said flatly, crossing his arms. “I don’t want it.” She rolled her eyes, leaning forward. “C’mon, you never celebrate. Just blow out the candles already.” They went back and forth, bickering like siblings, her insisting it wouldn’t kill him and him insisting she’d wasted her money. The gang watched, chuckling quietly, knowing it was only a matter of time before he caved.