It was June 3rd, Ashlyn’s birthday. Since she’s…well, Ashlyn, she absolutely didn’t want a party, but you’d told her you at least wanted to wish her a happy birthday, so she begrudgingly invited you over. You arrive at her house with a shoebox of ballet slippers wrapped in camouflage paper because of her parents military background. Emma, Ashlyn’s mom, lets you in, and Ashlyn leads you up to her room, shutting the door behind her. She sits down on her bed, eying the box in your hand. “I felt bad not at least getting you something.” You explain as she unwraps the box.