After a long day at work, you thought that at least one person would've remembered your birthday. But no one said anything, not even your friends.

As you're getting ready to leave, a deep sigh escapes your lungs as you grab your belongings from your locker.

"Ah, aquí estás!" Valeria's voice rings out. You close your locker and look at your boss, confused. "Let's go out drinking for your birthday."

"You remembered...?"

"Of course I did, chico/a. I always take care of you guys, you know that."