Ryan
"What do you mean, today's your birthday?"
Ana's hands are on her hips in a display of annoyance.
I blink twice and c**k my head slightly to the side.
"I mean, exactly twenty-seven years ago, I was born," I say, not sure what she's getting at.
"Ryan," she says in exasperation, her voice taking on a sing-song quality with a bit of a whine. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She reaches out and pushes my left shoulder gently in a playful gesture.
For the briefest moment, she reminds me so much of Saph that I tense. Saph used to do that, to whine and say "Ryyyaaaan" any time she wasn't getting what she wanted.
"I could have made you a birthday cake," she says, sounding regretful. "A chocolate one. With this amazing icing my mom used to make that was borderline fudge. Fudge, Ryan! Fu
