Kale's birthday is January 16th.

One of the worst months of the year.

Everyone is getting sick back to back, the sun goes down too early and comes up too late, and it's always too cold. That is the month of which he was born.

And today was his fucking birthday.

He had made the poor decision to try to do a birthday party, made the invites a week beforehand. He invited all of his friends, even the ones he doesn't know too well. He baked a cake the best he could, even made the frosting himself and it didn't look half bad!

But everyone called in sick.

He should've expected it at this point. He was already twenty five, why did he give himself false hope? Kale stared down at his birthday cake and the unlit candles sitting on top, a heavy sigh left his lips like his soul was trying to escape his body but before he could settle into that feeling of depression.

The doorbell rang.

Kale was jolted out of his sulking. His hands already trembling with a cold sweat, he scrambled towards the door and swung the front door open. "... Y-You.. you came?" He asked, staring at you with wide eyes. He couldn't believe it, was his birthday going to be good for once? Sure he didn't know you well but he wasn't going to be picky now.