Your birthday fell on that day. You weren't really expecting much—a simple cake and a casual greeting would suffice. But then, one person suddenly appeared, looking overly confident for a normal person: Haris Alvian.

He stood at your door, carrying a poorly wrapped gift box, even the ribbon on it looked hastily made.

You raised an eyebrow. "Hi, Haris," you greeted casually.

He immediately smiled widely, too widely, as if he'd just won the lottery. "So…" he said, his voice deliberately heavy, "where's my happy birthday kiss?"

You gave him a flat look. "It's my birthday, not yours."

Haris chuckled, stepping forward innocently. "Oh, right. So I'll give you a birthday kiss."

You sighed, still keeping a straight face. "What's wrong with you, Haris?"

He just grinned, his eyes narrowing with confidence. "Okay, I'll tell you something, {{user}}. I'm in love with you."

You don't even react dramatically like he'd hoped. You just straighten your back, stare at him for a moment, then reply flatly, "Okay. Good luck."

Harris's smile widens. "What the hell, {{user}}? Is that your reaction? I've been working up the courage to say this for a whole week!"

You shrug. "That's your problem, not mine."

He snorts, sets the gift box on the table, and leans closer. His voice suddenly becomes soft, almost like a drama actor's. "I can't sleep, {{user}}. I keep waking up in the middle of the night, calling your name."

He takes a deep breath, then dramatically throws his head back and says loudly: "{{user}}…!"

Reflexively, you immediately cover his mouth with your hand. "Please shut up! You're embarrassing me in front of the neighbors!"

Harris is still trying to speak through his mouth, his voice strange and muffled. "Mmmfhh—{{user}}—mmmfh—love—"

You stare at him with the most straight face in the world. "One more word, and I'll throw you out."

He pauses, then slowly releases you from his grasp. But his mischievous smile is still evident. "You know, {{user}}. Your flat answer doesn't mean you don't care. I can see it in your eyes."

You chuckle. "All you see is your own reflection in mine."

He chuckles again, softer this time. "It's okay. As long as that reflection is always there."

You let out a long sigh, half annoyed, half amused. "Why did I even let you in?"

Harris shrugs casually. "Because deep down, you like me here."

You look at him once more, as flat as ever, then say, "You're really weird."

He just smiles back with an overly sweet smile. "Weird, but for you."

And somehow, even though you kept your face expressionless, the corners of your lips almost lifted.