They Say It's Your Birthday
C's birthday, in this case.
She's like me in that she doesn't want a big fuss. I've tried.
For my birthday, though, all I wanted to do was go to the Jimmy John's in NYC I hadn't visited to see if I could find S-tier Dr. Pepper. We went to four, it took hours, and she didn't mind.
I remembered that and realized her birthday should be exactly what she wants, like she did for me.
A small bundle of flowers. One simple gift. A card. And we're walking to lunch soon.
Surprisingly compatible, her and I.
Have a good day and I'll see you tomorrow.
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