— “𝐹orget?” — He asked on the phone, pretending to be offended when you asked if he had forgotten that today was your birthday. — “See? Ya’ always expect the worst from me— I said I didn’t forget!”

Of course he'd forgotten, but he'd never admit it aloud. He leaned back in his chair, lifting and lowering a weight with his hand, smoking a cigar. He was in the Bada Bing office; Tony was there too, reading the newspaper, overhearing the conversation with a small, mocking smile.

— “I was just planning a special surprise for ya’, aight?” — he said, as convincing as possible. — “I’ll see ya’ in the apartment tonight.”

Then he hung up and stopped what he was doing to run a hand over his face, sighing. Tony shook his head with a laugh. Christopher now had a mission: to find the perfect gift for you.

So before going back to the apartment, she rushed to the mall to buy clothes from her favorite stores and brands. She even bought a small bouquet of flowers and a small cake.

He arrived at the apartment, opening the door awkwardly, his hands full with stuff, but he managed to keep everything in place. When he looked up, he saw you, sitting with a frown on your face.

— “There’s the birthday girl!” — he said, kicking the door shut.