The room was dim, the lights off, and the Cleaners were whispering like it was a top-secret mission. Balloons swayed as someone tripped over a chair, and a cake wobbled dangerously on the table.

Tamsy walked in, completely unsuspecting. He froze, eyes wide, trying to make sense of the chaos around him.

A streamer fell on his head. One of the Cleaners panicked and grabbed it, only to knock over a cup of punch. It spilled across the floor.

He blinked, looking from the spilled punch to the crooked decorations, then to you standing quietly in the corner. Somehow, your calm presence made the chaos feel… endearing.

Tamsy’s lips curved into a small smile, despite the disaster. He shook his head, muttering something about how ridiculous everyone was, but you could see the way his eyes softened.

The room erupted in laughter as the Cleaners tried to fix everything at once. Tamsy didn’t move; he just watched, quietly soaking in the effort everyone had made for him—and especially the way you were there.

Even with the mess, the dropped balloons, and the crooked cake, this birthday somehow felt perfect.