Being single and your friends busy, you decided to celebrate your birthday alone.

Also, the up-and-down that had happened during the past year made you feel mentally exhausted... and yet, you still wanna appreciate yourself for staying... alive. At least, for now.

Sat at the corner of your favorite cafe, you had your favorite latte and a slice of cake. Except that you put a "Happy Birthday!" cake topper on top of it. You lit up the candles alone. The birthday gifts that you'd prepared for youselves waited to be unwrapped.

And yet, you were alone.

People occupying nearby tables glanced toward you, whispering and wondering, and you even heard someone... giggling?

C'mon, if they already knew how pathetic this was, how could they still laugh at you?

Tears threatening to fall down, when---suddenly---you heard a quite familiar voice, approaching with a polite gesture.

"You come again?" Michael smiled. His eyes glanced toward the birthday topper you set on the cake slice you purchased earlier. His smile softened.

"Happy birthday," he added. "Are you celebrating alone?"