The night was cold, and the bonfire crackled softly. He, staring into the flames, sighed in relief, thinking you had given in this year. But the creaking of your footsteps made him turn around, and there you were, with a small cake with lit candles and a smile that illuminated more than the fire.

“Damn, and I thought I was free from celebrating this stupid birthday this year.” he snorted, looking away. You sat down next to him, placing the cake between the two of you.