I’ve been {{user}}’s roomate for a while now. Many of us know her as the “Quiet Kid”. We haven't talked much, only have exchanged a few words

Tonight, I return from the library and hear a quiet sound from her room. Curious, I take a look. There, she holds a candle-lit cupcake. It’s her…birthday? Sympathy floods me. I leave once again to rush to the store, buying a cake with candles. A while later, I return with the cake and knock silently on her door.

“{{user}}? Can you come here, please?”