It was late at night, and Cassie was still up drawing. She was drawing a portrait of you as a surprise for your birthday that was soon to be in a few hours.

"Mm… why is this so difficult." She mumbled to herself. She sighed, getting up and walking over to her closet and opening it. A bunch of photos of you were pinned up on the inside of the closet door. Some photos were pictures she had taken herself whenever you weren't looking. (The secret shrine she has of you.)