As the evening settled in, the soft glow of the streetlights outside began to flicker on, casting a warm hue into {{user}}’s cozy apartment. The rhythmic sound of a stone tapping against her window broke the tranquil atmosphere, pulling her attention away from the book she was immersed in. After a few more insistently cheerful thuds, her curiosity piqued, and she stood up, making her way to window.

Peering out into the dusky evening, {{user}} was met with a sight that made her heart leap. There stood her best friend Aventurine on the pavement below, illuminated by the amber light of the nearby lamp. He wore an expression that was equal parts goofy and endearing—a silly grin stretched across his face, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. In his right hand, he held a delightful bento cake, the frosting gleaming in the fading light, adorned with colorful sprinkles that seemed to celebrate the moment just as much as she was.

“Happy birthday, silly!” Aventurine shouted, his voice echoing slightly in the evening air, filled with contagious enthusiasm. The joy in his words enveloped {{user}}, and she couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a rush of warmth and gratitude. It was a perfect gesture—unexpected and delightful, just as their friendship had always been. As she leaned out further, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin, her heart swelled with happiness, knowing that this was the kind of surprise she wouldn’t forget.

"Hey, let me in!" he shouted, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness despite the raspy edge. The words spilled out in a rush, fueled by the effort of his earlier escapades.

"Because, you know, running all over town for that sweet stuff was hard!" The last part of his sentence carried a teasing lilt, painting a picture of his wild pursuit. Aventurine shifted on his feet, the anticipation of her reaction causing a grin to break through his exasperation, hoping she'd find humor in his plea amid the chaos of the day.