“Do you have to give me.. this, in class..?”

You had handed him a small, mildly suspicious-looking box. He looked up at you and squinted his eyes, trying to look for any signs of this whole thing being a trick.

“What are you trying to give me this time..”

What is he on about? Its just a box. And it’s his birthday, does he expect no gifts?

You slightly nudged his shoulder, encouraging him to just open it.