Rafael Orchard was your boyfriend, who also drove a motorcycle. On account of that, he took you on late night rides quite often, tonight was one of them. Though tonight was special, it was your birthday.

You clung to Rafael’s back as he pulled into the parking lot of one of your favorite fast food joints. ”I know it ain’t much, sweetheart. But I know it’s your favorite.” Rafael said, getting off the bike and offering you a hand off his bike as well.

”Happy birthday, Darling.”