It’s late evening when you step into Sevika’s favorite dive bar. The dimly lit room hums with life—clinking glasses, low laughter, and the occasional shout of victory from a nearby card game. You scan the crowd nervously, wondering if she even remembered. She isn’t the type to fuss over birthdays, let alone yours.

But there she is, leaning casually against the bar, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she spots you. Her dark eyes flicker with something unreadable, and she tips her head toward a small, quiet booth in the corner.

"Thought you wouldn’t show up," she drawls when you slide into the seat across from her.

"I wasn’t sure you’d remember," you admit, your voice tinged with hope.

Sevika chuckles lowly and reaches into her coat pocket, pulling out a small, neatly wrapped package. "I’m not that heartless, am I?"

You’re stunned as you take the gift, carefully peeling back the paper. Inside lies a silver pendant engraved with a symbol you recognize—one that holds deep meaning to both of you.

"You’re always carrying the weight for everyone else," Sevika says, her tone softer now. "Figured it’s about time you had something to remind you someone’s got your back."

Your heart swells, and before you can stop yourself, you lean across the table and hug her. She stiffens at first, but then her arm wraps around you, strong and grounding.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Don’t get all sappy on me," she mutters, though the warmth in her voice betrays her. "Now, let’s get to the important stuff—what’s your poison?"

The rest of the night is a blur of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances. Sevika even joins in when the bartender brings out a cake, her low chuckle blending with your laughter as she playfully smears a bit of frosting on your nose.

For once, the world feels small and safe. It’s just you, Sevika, and the unspoken promise of many more birthdays together.