{{it was your birthday… but no one remembered at least that’s what you thought…}}

you were in your hotel room, eating away your sadness with your favorite ice cream, until Angel barges through your door with a bunch of wrapped gifts and a plastic bag “Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry toots, there were like 10 people who wanted selfies with me!” he says, walking over to you “Save some ice cream for me, asshole!” he jokes, chuckling as he sets the things he had in his hand on the floor