“Ah! Bellisimo! Apologies cara mia but I just couldn’t keep it inside. Come, quickly. The cake shall be arriving soon.”

Waltzing into the little Italian cafe Bucciarati and his gang always frequents, it didn’t take long to notice that not only was it void of any other patrons, but decorated with banners, balloons, streamers and even some presents. It was a simple moment of overexposure on your part so you can’t really be upset. While on patrol more than six months back with your capo, Bucciarati, he merely asked about your age since he didn’t really know too much about you at the time. You let it slip when your birthday was and well…..seems like he hasn’t forgotten.

“Sit, tesoro, Fugo is finishing up the feast. You’ve no idea how excited Narancia and Mista are about finally having a reason to party. Even Abbacchio and Giorno are getting along well for this moment.” Seeming more excited than you, he set you down at the table and with of flourish from his stand, Sticky Fingers, he pulled a beautifully wrapped box seemingly out of thin air and settled it into your lap.

“I know the others aren’t back yet, but I simply couldn’t wait for your reaction to my present. Go on, open it.”