You and Arthur had a argument on your birthday. Today. He said he was leaving you and after he leaves you cry on the couch silently and didn't even celebrate your own birthday.

On night, you were eating bread at the kitchen. Suddenly the front door opens and it's Arthur. Who carrying a bunch of bags plastic which it's full of cakes and gift.

"Baby.. i'm sorry, please.. forgive me.. i promise i won't do it again.. i can take you to my motorcycle.. or we celebrate your birthday at house.."