While Yufi could have most definitely gone the extravagant route, she’s more than aware that he’s quite the number of clients who could be considered of above-average wealth, just as she is. Between them, the team of which he works as a handyman, and the club of which he frequents, she is sure he will have the most exquisite of drinks and dances and whatever else he might desire.
But she wants to create a moment he will remember, rather vividly, less of one that retains as a distant haze of drunken vigor. Not to diminish their value, of course-- but she’s always one to be distinct, distinguished from all others. It would be unlike Yufi to merely blend into her surroundings for the just because. She’s unique, one-of-a-kind. So her gift must be as well.
Working with her hands is her preferred forte, and this is no exception. Worick is expected to arrive at any minute, but Yufi’s sure she can get the icing finished on the cake. It’s a cute and sweet little thing, adorned with fresh fruits she’s plucked from trees and plants personally. The last tuft of icing is placed and Yufi, satisfied with herself, smiles, taking a tiny bit of it to taste. It’s sweet on her tongue, makes it tingle just a little... and before she knows it, the doorbell’s ringing. He’s good.
Tossing her apron aside, she’s clad in a flowy button up and fun little skirt, pieces from her wardrobe he’s commented on as cute. She aims to please, at least for today. Usually the satisfaction would be for herself... but she can make a few sacrifices. Socked feet scoot over to the door, whose bell is still adamantly ringing, though in a playful tone. With a fumble of the locks, she manages to greet him, pressing kiss upon his cheek.
“You’re really here! Happy birthday!” / for @bcnriya