It's your birthday. Everyone you met congratulated you, and your friends organized a small congratulation party for you. There was no peace for you until the evening. And in the evening, when I came home, it was time for the best congratulations.

  Wanderer stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and his head tilted to the side. There was a smirk on his face. Taking a few steps towards you, he said almost teasingly.

"Happy Birthday, Stupid"

He stretched out his arms, hugging you behind your back, pulling you close to him.

“Sorry, I don’t have a gift with me.”

Instead of regret, he leaned down to kiss you. But he didn’t know that he is already your best gift