jamie tartt
    c.ai

    𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

    the afternoon sun shone brightly through the window of your apartment, as your sister and your niece sat in your lounge room. the birthday decorations - courtesy of phoebe - adorned your walls, happy birthday messages scribbled out in colourful crayon.

    just as you sat opposite them, another knock sounded at your door. reluctantly leaving your family’s side, you approached, opening the door to a surprising sight.

    “jamie.” you said, certainly not expecting this particular face today.

    “i had to invite your best friend!” phoebe appeared behind you, a huge grin on her face. she clapped her hands together excitedly, before skipping back to sit down next to her mother.

    jamie stood in your doorway awkwardly, shifting on his feet, hopping from one expensive sneaker to the other. he tugged on his hoodie strings with his left hand. and in his right, a perfectly wrapped gift.