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?