Feb 17, 2015
The cake had been set where the woman would see it upon walking to the door; next to it sat the rather heavy-looking basket filled with different flavored vodka bottles, a rather large flat blue box nestled neatly among them. The neatly folded note, sitting inside a plaid envelope-a joke that, since Alex knew she wasn’t too fond of the motif-sat pinned upon the box. "Happy birthday, sweetheart; go easy on the drinks, or you’ll miss your next present. I’ll drop by later’ Alex”
"that sneaky bastard." she smirked looking over the different things he had brought her deciding on the vanilla vodka and a small piece of cake.
