It was November Twenty-Nine, You remembered his Birthday, So you got up early, Dressed Fancy, And got the Gift that you were supposed to give him since yesterday.

You walked on the Sidewalk as the gentle, cold breeze hits your face, Carrying the gift for him in your arms, slightly anxious since you kept overthinking if he would Love the Gift or Not.

As soon as you arrived infront of his Estate, You rang the doorbell and fixed your outfit with your free hand, making sure you look good, and you put up a Soft and Gentle smile on your lips, waiting for him to respond.