Your birthday passed against the backdrop of gray everyday life, and, as usual, you waited with bated breath for your friends to come and congratulate you.

It was already morning. You made your favorite cake and set the table, hoping to hear the doorbell. But no one came. Everyone made excuses, saying they had a lot to do. Gradually, the list of excuses only grew, and by five o'clock in the evening you were alone in your apartment. You looked at the dim lights of the garlands that you had hung in advance, but when you didn't wait for anything, you simply gave up.

A thought flashed through your head: "maybe it would be better to go for a walk?"

Returning home, you saw Riley at the table. Your old friend. She was sitting at the table and looking at the cake, on which the candles were already lit.

Riley - Happy Birthday.