LII

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⠀⠀⠀"Dahlia?!"
⠀⠀⠀" Yeah?!"
⠀⠀⠀"Come down stairs!"
⠀⠀⠀When I arrived down stair, Lian had prepared a marvelous dinner for the night. "Whats the occasion?" I whispered with a slight smile on my lips, scared that any sudden noises might break the flame bestowed upon the candle in the center of the table.
⠀⠀⠀"Just that I'm living with a beautiful girl whose birthday just happens to be today". He smiled and whispered back before planting a kiss on my cheek.
⠀⠀⠀"Awe, thanks." I gave him a hug and sat down. There was crab and sushi on one side of the table and chicken cutlets with mushrooms and mashed potatoes. "Oh my god this looks amazing." I told him while I gaped at everything.
⠀⠀⠀"Thank you. Son tout pour vous mon chérie." He said with a perfect French accent and a swoop of his hand through the air, across the feast he had prepared. I met Lian after I pick pocketed his wallet at a bar. He showed up at my house yelling things in French. "JE VAIS APPELER LES FLICS!" and "SI IL Y AVAIT UNE BOMBE DANS MON PORTEFEUILLE, HMH?!" It was really confusing and I had no idea what was going on util he yelled it all in English. "I WILL CALL THE COPS!" and "WHAT IF THERE WAS A BOMB IN MY WALLET, HMH?!"

⠀⠀⠀"I never asked you to make all of this for me."
⠀⠀⠀"Dahlia, I love you and you're awesome and you deserve a birthday dinner whether you like it or not."
⠀⠀⠀I smiled.
⠀⠀⠀"Merci...".

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