Something Sweet
Alex stared at the cupcake that was placed on his desk. Pink frosting, sprinkles- all the works. It made him feel a little bittersweet inside, a bit like a kid again and missing the birthday parties with a whole array of kids and ice cream and the magical act of blowing out candles. But more than anything, it also made Alex a little angry. Because this had to be some sort of practical joke, right? Was he meant to believe that some non-existent friend on his floor had dropped off a cupcake on his desk, hoping to, what, brighten his day, something bullshit like that?
And how did they know it was his birthday, anyway?
And how did they know it was his birthday, anyway?