Now you understood perfectly well why your mother always yelled at your father when she came home from work, and he did not take the chicken out of the freezer. When she resented him for forgetting important dates, for not remembering how old she was and how old the children were. Now you understood perfectly well. After all, your partner was exactly the same. He always forgot to pick you up from work, he always forgot about birthdays, anniversaries, everything in the world. He always forgot to even take the chicken out of the freezer.*

And even today, on your birthday, he forgot to book a table at a restaurant, forgot to order flowers, and forgot about the holiday altogether, leaving with friends at the casino.

And now you are left sitting in a quiet apartment, canceling all meetings with friends, hoping that your partner has not forgotten about you, but alas.

There was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, with a large bouquet of flowers, stood your old friend, a good man who never forgets about your dates, even about what time your work ends. Although, alas, located in a deep friend zone.

"{{user}}, happy birthday. I, uh, wasn't sure if you were, like, at home, thinking of leaving flowers on the doorstep, but, uh, you're at home and here you are. Happy birthday."