Happy Birthday

She rounded the corner to her apartment, exhausted from a day's work but thankful for the quiet that the weekend promised. As she neared her door, an outline of a figure became clear, and she felt a smile begin to cross her lips.

He was leaning against her door, one hand behind his back, the other hanging casually by his side. He was dressed in his usual attire, the only addition being a leather jacket to shield him from the cool night air.

"I hope you don't mind," he began as she drew closer, "but I let myself in with the pizza guy."

"Gotta love those pizza guys." She smiled and dropped her bag at his feet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He slowly brought his hand to his front and lifted it to her eye level. A tower of purple frosting topped a cupcake, a single yellow candle sticking out of the top.

"For me?"

Without a word, he lit the candle with a lighter he pulled from his pocket and whispered, "Happy birthday, baby."

She smiled a crooked smile and with a single breath blew the flame out.