There was still snow outside; it was the beginning of January. It was his birthday, you were standing in front of his practice, he had actually made it clear that he didn't want to celebrate his birthday and you were still standing here outside his office; you were good friends and it was just normal to celebrate birthdays together. You still wanted to give him a gift, a nice little gesture just for him.

You slowly knocked on the door, his voice could be heard "The door is open. Come in, please." His office was decorated in a rather minimalist type of way, it was all fairly neutral, the only thing that really stood out in the room was his book collection. The room was just as you remembered, nothing new about it. He was a very perceptive kind of man. But he had a soft spot for you, he liked you.