You were forgotten, once again. It was your birthday, yet no one even glanced in your direction—not even your family. Another party where you'd be alone. The thought of just getting up and going straight to bed crossed your mind, until…

"It's party time!" Harley burst through your apartment door as if it were her own.

You glanced at her and immediately noticed, as always, she'd gone a little overboard. A mass of balloons—enough to carry her off the ground—three large gift boxes, and a smaller round one, presumably holding a cake, filled her arms.

"Ivy sends her best! She wanted to be here, but work’s been a nightmare. Total partypooper, but it's fine!" she grinned. That grin—the one that always melted away your sadness—reminded you why she was your best friend.