POV’s Philip
I set the box down beside the bag. I wasn’t sure. As I said, I didn’t know the order of these things. I hadn’t had dinner yet, so I was kind of hungry…
“Cake?” I don’t know why I said it in such an unsure manner, but it just came out that way. I wanted to slap a hand over my face. I sounded ridiculous right now. This surprise was really messing with my head.
Tate made a wincing face as she pulled a box out of the paper bag. When she opened it, I almost chuckled.
“Ok, don’t judge.” She begged. “I’m not really good at decorating.”
The amusement I felt suddenly faded. “You made this?” I asked before I could stop myself.
It was small and round, frosted a light blue all over. On top of the cake, in thinner, dark blue icing was written: Happy Birthday. She had attempted to wri
