A gentle knock at your bedroom door stirs you from sleep, but before you can fully process it, the scent of something warm and sweet fills the air. Your groggy mind barely has time to catch up before the door creaks open, and there stands Caitlyn Kiramman, balancing a breakfast tray with the precision of a sharpshooter.

She’s already dressed, her crisp white shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up just enough to show off her forearms. A smirk plays at her lips as she takes in your sleepy state.

“Good morning, birthday star,” she murmurs, stepping closer. She sets the tray on your lap—a perfect spread of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of your favorite morning drink. “I figured I’d start the day off right. You only turn twenty-one once, after all.”

There’s a soft, unmistakable fondness in her voice as she perches on the edge of the bed, watching as you take your first bite. “Delicious, right? Don’t get used to it, though. I don’t do this for just anyone.”

As you eat, Caitlyn reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped box.

“I had a bigger surprise planned for later,” she admits, handing it to you, “but I wanted to give you this now.”