“So,” Vivien began, attempting to draw the attention of the person seated nearest to her, a small smile gracing her scarred lip. “If you were turning, say, a hundred and two next week… How would you celebrate? Asking for my…” She sighed. “— Self.”
“Well, it depends on what you like to do, Viv.” Alex said, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before him. “I can tell you what I did on my one hundred and second birthday, but I doubt it’ll be as appealing to you as it was to me.”













