The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 50: Date

NICO'S POV

Twenty eight. Twenty eight fucking years old. I felt like a grandpa, especially now that my girlfriend was just 22.

I woke up feeling normal, as if it was just another day in my life. Then it hit me.

Twenty eight fucking years old.

My mom emailed me when I was asleep. I thought it was weird but then I remembered. It's the same fucking email from every year.

Joyeux anniversaire, Nicolas.

Bisous, maman.

I guessed she had it programmed and it was sent automatically. It made my eyes water, but I decided to get up from the bed and not let my mind wander.

Luca had to leave earlier than me today, but there was a note on the fridge:

Don't forget I'm picking you up for lunch! The night is all yours for you and little skater ;)

P.S. happy birthday French boy!! Love you bro xx

See? That made me smile. I texted him saying thanks and made some coffee. I had been talking with Cara on the phone up until three in the morning, so she had already wished me a happy birthday. I was worried for her and the fact that she did have to be up at 4.30 am, but she didn't care. She said she wasn't tired. Bullshit, that girl can close her eyes and fall sleep instantly.

Little skater, as Luca called her, said she was spending the whole day training but she would meet me down my apartment around dinner time. I didn't know what she had planned, I had never liked my birthday much, but today I was kind of excited.

After parking at the office, I got out of the car and sipped on my second coffee of the day. I didn't have to be up at 4.30 but I started working at 8. It was still very early for me.

"Hey!" Elijah, a coworker in charge of marketing, greeted me when I entered the elevator. "Isn't it your birthday?"

I nodded, taking a sip.

"Happy birthday, man." He patted my back and I smiled. When I was around people I didn't know much, was when I realized how quiet I was. I changed a lot around Cara, I liked talking to her. With other people though, I felt lazy. "Are you doing anything special today?"

"I'm having lunch with a friend-" before I could finish, he wiggled his brows.

"A friend, huh?" He nudged my hips.

I thought about correcting him, but I just pressed my lips into a tight smile. "We'll see."

When it was lunch time, he followed me downstairs with a few other coworkers, he said he wanted to see my girl, see where I set my bar. I was trying so hard not to laugh when Luca appeared all of a sudden, running towards me and hugging me tight, kissing my cheek as if he was my grandmother.

Elijah was looking at us when I turned around and waved at him, his mouth slightly opened. I loved crashing down people's expectations of me.

"Where do you wanna go?" Luca asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I don't care." I shrugged. "You choose."

"Yay." He began to jump as he walked. He really didn't care looking like a five year old. "I'm the mood for a good burger. Tu en veux?"

"Bien sûr."

The burger place was amazing. It was a dark room with neon lights, a deep red bar and booths on the side. "You've never brought me here." I mumbled in awe, looking at all the photographs and autographs hanging on the wall.