He had thought it would be awkward, going to the party of your work rival, or the equivalent in this line of work. He’s a good person, everybody knows him… so why doesn’t anyone know his birthday?
They talk properly, for the first time. They play the party games that had been set up for children that never came. They eat the cake, and for the first time in all the years they’ve known each other, they laugh.
The villain goes home. He cancels the bank heist next Thursday, he has something else to do now. He writes “coffee with a friend” into his calendar, and smiles. He’ll plan a different heist for another day, maybe in a different city so he no longer inconveniences his new acquaintance.
Six months later, the name of the weekly coffees changes from “coffee with a friend” to “date night”.
The hero curls up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea, watching his newfound love from across the room, and he’s never been so glad to be isolated by his work before.
After all, he didn’t need the affection of crowds of people, nameless faces. In the end, he was glad he only sent one invite out in the post for that day.
Not that he would ever tell the villain that’s how it happened. It would be embarrassing then, showing how long he’s had these feelings for. It’s all behind them now, anyway.
They’ve got each other, that’s what really matters.
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