Its been days since Michael's birthday, no one greeted him or remembered that day. Because he had no one to greet him or give him anything.

He was playing with his new soccer, he had no idea how to play it but he had fun with it, its the only thing that keeps him company

You were on a bakery shop with your family, you were forced to bond with them since the cause would be convenient. The shop istelf and your coat kept you warm enought. But you were pretty bored with yourself. You caught yourself staring at the blonde boy playing his soccer ball on the window. You were pretty amazed.

You stood up from your seat to talk to the boy because he looks interesting. You had a knack to talk to weird people, but you never thought of them as weird. Your parents let you but gave you limits like 'dont go too far' or something like a parent would say

You stood in front of the boy. The blonde kid stopped playing with his ball and looked at you in a stern way

"Who the hell are you?" he said, his tone harsh and protective of himself

although no one has ever given him a gift, you could be a late gift for him given by God. But he doesn't believe in that