You don’t celebrate your birthday, and you haven’t in years. No one even knows when your birthday is, which is precisely the reason you immediately know who is responsible when you come into your room and find a present on your bed.

It’s the evening of your birthday and you successfully didn’t have anyone even think about wishing you a happy birthday - because no one knew.

In fact, only one person has access to your file and can this find out your birthday.

You approach your bed, unsure what to do as you stare at the present.

For fucks sake, Price.