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The next day I am frantically running around my apartment. I forgot my friend's birthday is today, but thank goodness I have a present ready for her so I don't come empty-handed. 

"Where the hell is it?" I mumble and finally realise it. It is in my backpack, which is still semi-packed. I run up the stairs and take the gift, quickly wrap it in some gift paper and race down the stairs again, slipping into my shoes and taking my denim jacket and keys with me. Once in the car, I tie my shoes quickly and then start the engine. My friend only lives ten minutes away from me and that's when I walk, but since I will be visiting mom and dad straight after, I have no time to walk home and take my car. 

"Anca!" My friend exclaims when she opens the door. "How's life treating you? And where is that handsome boyfriend of yours?" I force a smile. 

"We have a lot to catch up on, but happy birthday." I give her the present and she squeals when she sees what is inside. It is a limited edition of a perfume she wanted, but in Italy, it was sold out already. Fortunately, it wasn't in France.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaims and I hug her. Seeing I have given her such a good present I can validate it to myself to leave a little early to see my parents. 

"I can't stay long though, I need to see my parents. I haven't seen them in a few weeks."

"How's that?" I tell her, and some other people who are at the party, the story bu tI leave out a lot of the details and by the time I'm finished and have been there for almost an hour I excuse myself and leave. 

"We should hang out more." She kisses my cheek and I smile before leaving, promising we will keep in touch to get lunch soon. I drive to my parent's place and when I arrive there a very familiar car is parked on the driveway. What the hell is he doing there?

Who would be there?

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