[And lo! Just as she was hoping to spend time with her friends, one knocks on her door. Or maybe it's not a friend--but who cares! She'll befriend anyone today, even if it's a neighbour up to complain about how her oven hums loudly when baking, or something of that semblance.
Luckily, though, it's Marie. And there it is--the small flutter. She hopes he can't hear that one, too.]
Thank you...[He's perceptive enough to figure out it's her birthday, so...yes, she should definitely keep those flutters and the nervousness in check. Because in their line of work...
Stupid. Don't be stupid.] Come in. You can have a big slice since...you're...um.
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Thank you
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Luckily, though, it's Marie. And there it is--the small flutter. She hopes he can't hear that one, too.]
You must like cake.
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At her remark, he grins. Play dumb, sure. Her present is tucked well in a pocket.]
Who doesn't? Happy Birthday.
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Stupid. Don't be stupid.] Come in. You can have a big slice since...you're...um.
...big. [And shutting up.]
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