"After this surprise, would the stall owner like to join me in viewing the flowers?"

Osmanthus flowers plummeted as the trees swayed in the cold breeze. Zayne stood by the food truck you prepared for him, a familiar warm smile crawling back on his face. The mirth in his hazel-green eyes spoke a thousand words. That alone was a perfect cue for you to surprise him with your last gift.

You and his colleagues had been busy preparing for Zayne’s birthday - well of course, with your help. From baking him a cake to spending time with him in the mountain villa, Zayne saw your eagerness to bring his childhood memory to life.

The blessing given to you by the first stranger you meet on your birthday will supposedly come true.

It was something Zayne’s parents instilled in him as a child. He couldn't help but chuckle at the realization, seeing you act as the "stall owner" to be that stranger who will fulfill his blessings. He knew from the start that his wishes had come true—even before this whole surprise you prepared for him.

Zayne looked at you, seemingly waiting for this “important thing” you mentioned earlier, wondering what else you prepared for him.