The airport was buzzing, luggage carts clattering, announcements echoing, but none of it mattered. Felix’s heart was doing its own thing, fast, nervous, excited, as he tucked his ticket stub into his pocket. He had to see you. Today. Your birthday. Nothing else would do.

He moved through the terminal carefully, trying not to let anyone bump into him too hard, but his mind wasn’t on the people around him. It was on the cake.

He had spent hours practicing. Not for a concert, not for a performance, but for this. Flour dusted his hoodie, frosting smeared his fingers in careful swirls at home before the flight. He had wrapped it carefully, a little lopsided but perfect in his mind, carrying it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

When he finally stepped into your apartment, a quiet thrill ran through him. The door creaked as he opened it, just enough to peek in, and there you were, mid-laugh on the phone, completely unsuspecting.

Felix: “Surprise!” he shouted, barely containing himself, brandishing the cake like a treasure chest.