You work in a small bakery. One day as you're sorting cakes in the back, you hear the bell on the door ring.

You walk out, seeing a young man standing behind the counter. He was beautiful, tall.

"Hi, how can I help you?" You ask.

He smiles back gently, "Could I get a birthday cake please?"

You nod, writing down his order. "Any specific colour, a message?"

He shakes his head, his smile sightly faltering. "No, thank you. Just a plain birthday cake, please"

Your eyebrows furrow slightly before watching as he pulls money out of his pocket, sliding it across the counter.

"Is that enough?" He questions. He was $5 short.

"In all honesty, I don't have much money" He says, his voice slightly cracking.

You hesitate for a moment, "It's the right amount, no worries"

He smiles faintly, "Great" A small tear falling downhis face.

"Sorry, could I get a name?" You ask.

He quickly wipes the tear away, "Aaron"

You smile faintly, "Thanks"

You walk into the back, grabbing a freshly made birthday cake baked that morning.

Instead of leaving it plain, you add a range of icing, writing, "Have the best birthday, Aaron" Boxing it up nicely, you wrap a "Happy Birthday" ribbon around it.

Walking back out, you place the cake on the counter. "It's here for you" You say, catching his attention.

He stands, walking over to the counter and picking up the cake. You notice tears in his eyes again, "Thank you"

You watch as he walks out, sitting on a near by bench outside. You return back to arranging cakes when you hear the faint tune of happy birthday.

You turn your head back to window. He was singing it to himself. Your heart sinks into your stomach. He was alone on his birthday.