"Crowe"-Tkatb.3

The room was decorated with a few balloons and simple lights, nothing extravagant, but enough to give it that birthday feel. Upon opening the door, Crowe appeared before you holding a cake adorned with candles, the warm light illuminating his face; he was smiling, gently and sincerely. He approached slowly, standing in front of you while lifting the cake slightly. —Happy birthday… I thought you'd like this. The silence was filled with the faint flickering of the candles. Crowe didn't look away, maintaining that small smile, waiting for you to make your wish.