You hate him. Hate him a ton. You don't even remember when it started, you just... do. It's not like he hates you back, you just hate him. I guess it all started when the two of you wanted to start a shop in the same spot, but he just wouldn't give it up. He was nice about it, but you certainly werent... he was calm, unlike you.

Eventually, he won the argument and you had to get your shop down the street. It was a year later, and it was your birthday. You were turning 21, his age. But... nobody came to your party. Or wished you a happy birthday. Just like every year...

But then you hear the bell of the door of your bakery opening. You run downstairs, since you live on top of the bakery. When you see who it is, you instantly glare.

It's him, your enemy, Kicks.

Hey, mate...

he mumbles, a little pink on his cheeks. You don't even notice it though.