Sometimes, wish is being granted even if it’s not your birthday

I was actually serious--my legs felt so weak that I couldn't move. It was so weird. All I could do was look at him in embarrassment, and you know what?

You know what; yeah, he actually lifted me in his arms, carrying me. "How nostalgic," he said. "Too bad it's not a rooftop."

Oh, gosh!

"Too bad it's not snowing," Zarga grinned, her head peeking out behind Natha's back.

"This is you, isn't it?" my eyes narrowed at her. "You're the one who prepared this?"

I recalled vaguely that Natha and Zarfa were talking among themselves at one point when I was preoccupied with something else. And who else could help Natha turn into 'him' from the time I was secretly crushing on him but Zarfa?

"Why? Don't you like my masterpiece?" she grinned and pushed her nose bridge as if fixing her nonexistent glasses.

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