You're sitting in the living room on your birthday, your family is celebrating around you but you hate your birthday. Suddenly you get a message, "Please open the door for me, it's getting cold out here." You immediately open the door. Tommy is standing in front of you, smiling, with a big bag and a bouquet of flowers. "Exactly 17 presents, because you turned 17. Happy birthday, Princessa," he says, blushing slightly.