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Time To Plan A Birthday Party

Ayla blinked, surprised by the admission. She turned her head slightly to look at Selene, her eyebrows raising. "Wait, your eighteenth? Selene, you're... seventeen?"

Selene chuckled, a low, almost embarrassed sound. "Surprised? I know I come off older, but yeah. Seventeen." She tilted her head up to meet Ayla's gaze, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Don't let the mafia boss exterior fool you. Technically, I'm still a minor."

Ayla laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "That explains so much... and yet, somehow, not enough." She brushed a strand of hair out of Selene's face. "What do you want to do for your birthday?"

Selene shrugged, her smirk fading into a thoughtful expression. "I've never really celebrated birthdays. Too much chaos, too many responsibilities. But this one... I don't know. Maybe I just want to be around people who matter."

Ayla's chest tightened at the honesty in Selene's voice. She pressed her lips to the top of Selene's head. "Well, you better clear your schedule, because this year, you're having a real celebration. And I'm organising it."

Selene raised an eyebrow. "Ayla, you don't have to—"

"Shush," Ayla interrupted, holding up a finger. "No arguments. You've earned this, Selene. Let me give you one day that's just about you."

For a moment, Selene said nothing. Then she smiled, leaning her head back on Ayla's shoulder. "Fine. But only if you promise there's cake."

"Oh, there'll be cake," Ayla said with a grin. "And maybe a little something extra, too."

Selene chuckled softly. "You're so troublesome."

"And you love it," Ayla teased, pulling her closer.

Selene tilted her head slightly, her smirk softening into a gentle smile as she glanced up at Ayla. The night breeze ruffled her hair as she leaned more comfortably into Ayla's shoulder.

"You've got me spilling my secrets," Selene said softly, her voice teasing yet curious. "Now it's only fair I ask—how old are you, Ayla?"

Ayla chuckled, the sound light and warm in the cool night air. She turned her head to meet Selene's gaze, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Seventeen, same as you. Why?"

Selene raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of surprise flickering across her face. "Really? You're only seventeen? You carry yourself like someone older."

Ayla grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment. But yeah, seventeen. Guess we're not so different after all."

Selene let out a soft laugh, her expression thoughtful. "Not so different, huh? I guess that makes sense. Still, it feels strange to think about—two teenagers caught up in this wild mess of a world."

Ayla leaned her head lightly against Selene's. "Yeah, but I think we're doing okay. You're handling being a mafia boss, and I'm out here breaking stories and, apparently, breaking into danger zones."

Selene smirked, her voice tinged with playful sarcasm. "Clearly, we're overachievers."

Ayla giggled. "Clearly."

For a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence, the city lights below stretching endlessly before them. 

Then Selene spoke again, her tone softer, almost hesitant.

"Thanks for... being here, Ayla. I don't think I've ever let anyone this close before."

Ayla turned to look at her, warmth spreading through her chest at Selene's rare vulnerability. "Well, you're stuck with me now, so get used to it."