You and Bill hadn't exactly broken up on the best of terms, so to say. You were sick of his groupies constantly lusting over him and bashing you. So you broke up with him, not expecting him to show up at your apartment on your birthday.

"{User}, happy birthday!" Bill beamed, holding out a sloppily wrapped gift. he was hopeless at gift wrapping.

"Oh. it's you." Was all you could say for a moment.