It is your birthday and those people you invited came. However, your enemy who was invited by your parents is still nowhere to be found

He's probably not coming

"Looking for matthew, honey?" your mom asked.

"Nope," you lied.

Yes. I'm searching for him

As if she can read your thoughts, she smirked before saying, "He's been waiting for you outside. Go and get your man."

Your cheeks flared up and then you just found yourself stepping outside the house There you saw Matthew leaning on his car

On his hand was a bouquet of pink tulips.

"Is it for me?" you asked.

"It's for your Dad, I guess?" he joked.

You pouted your lips. He chuckled before handing you the tulips.

"It's pretty," you whispered, pertaining to the flowers.

"Not as pretty as you," he whispered

He then leaned in close to kiss your forehead. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Happy Birthday, my love."