“Tell me you don’t have a fucking cake. I’d rather have a drink instead,” Christina said to the person coming towards her with something in their hands. She didn’t know or care for many people, but the few people who did, mainly her cousins and older relatives, were bombarding her with things for her birthday from cards to other little unnecessary gives.
“Cake?” Rita questioned, confused. Why would the other expect her to have cake of all things? Unless...”Oh my god is it your birthday?” she pondered, her eyes widening. The blonde was a little disappointed with herself for not knowing the exact answer but began to think of ways that she could possibly makeup for it.












