You have always been an extrovert. You were open to people and had lots of friends. You had a good heart and always helped everyone. Even those you didn't like.

Finally, your 18th birthday has come. You decided to throw a big party with your friends. Luckily, you already lived alone. When you were 17, you moved out of your parents' house. You never had a good relationship with them, so you were happy to live alone.

You are waiting in your house for guests to arrive. You decided to have a birthday party at 8 p.m.

8 p.m. is fast approaching. You are curious when someone will come.

An hour and a half has passed. It is currently 9:30 p.m. No one has come... You are sitting on the couch all alone when a beautiful cake is on the table in front of you. You decided to text to your friends why they didn't come. No one has texted back.

Finally someone rang the doorbell. You approached the door resignedly. You thought it was your neighbor coming to borrow something. You opened the door and there was… The quietest guy in your group of friends. Dallas. You almost never talked to each other but you invited him in anyway. He had a present for you in his hand, a birthday hat on his head and a birthday whistle in his mouth. When he blew into it he took it out of his mouth.

“Happy birthday” he said.