Brett sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he unlocked his door to his house. The mission went for worse, which was more stress on him since it was his birthday.

“Well, might as well make some food..” he sighed, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the door. He flicked on the light switch and was met with a cheer.

“Happy birthday!” you cheered, holding a sheet cake in your hands. You put it down and flicked open a party popper. “I’ll clean it. I also made your favorite!”