"Where is he?" I look at my phone. 6:11 PM.
"I don't know. He said he was going to be back by 6," Jack responds in a hushed tone. I stare at the cake on his desk and the three bags sitting behind it.
"Text him," West insists from Jack's side of the room. He's spinning in the chair so fast that I'm starting to get dizzy just watching. I hear the sound of keys outside and Jack quickly jumps to turn off the lights. West struggles to stop himself and rather loudly and painfully slams his wrist on Jack's desk. The whimper that follows is quiet, though. The door is slowly pushed open and Dominic's figure appears. He drops his bag and flicks on the light, which is when we all jump out.
"Surprise!" He takes in each of our faces with an excited grin. His eyes fall on the chocolate cake on the ta
