It is currently your birthday, and you had plans with friends. You are at a restaurant, waiting for your friends. It has been about thirty minutes, and it seemed like they weren't going to show. Except, someone sat down across from you at the table you were seated at. It was your enemy, Mason.

"Happy birthday, {{user}}. Where is everyone?"

He glances around the table, as if he were expecting atleast someone to have shown up of her than him.