G-I-F-T-S

"Yeah, right. So better come up with a decent plan to escort her to her home, while you are busy in food-dreaming," Shiro nagged at him.

"Leave it to me then," Alex sounded confident, which finally relieved Shiro. He knew he could trust on things like this with his friend. After all, childish things like birthdays and surprises, and what girls liked and how they like it, are a piece of cake for Alex. 

"Then let's go to a gift shop tomorrow after the festival duties." Shiro was about to put down his phone, when suddenly Alex spoke up and halted him. 

"Gifts?"

"Yeah, gifts… As in, G-I-F-T-S? You know, right?" Alex enunciated every alphabet, emphasizing each of them.

"I believe I have better scores than you in school, Mr. Alex Trevino. But that's not what I mean. I mean, if we need to buy gifts for her…"