The rain had just stopped when Johnny Kavanagh stepped off the bus, a faint chill clinging to the air as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder. The streets glistened under the streetlights, and he stepped carefully around puddles as he made his way toward {{user}}’s house.

In his hand was a small paper bag from the bakery downtown, filled with their favorite sweets, the ones he’d seen them get excited about when they’d passed the display weeks ago. He hadn’t forgotten, even though they’d only mentioned it in passing. Tucked beneath his arm was a carefully wrapped gift, the size of a paperback, tied with a thin ribbon.

Johnny wasn’t one for grand gestures—he preferred the little things, the quiet moments that mattered more than big shows. He’d thought hard about what to get {{user}} for their birthday, something that would mean more than just another trinket. After days of mulling it over, he’d settled on a journal, its cover a deep, rich blue with gold accents, the kind he thought they’d like.

When he finally reached their door, Johnny took a deep breath before knocking.