(ALICE)
"How did you even get a table here?" I whisper.
Darian gives me a half smile. "I pulled some strings. I thought you'd like the food."
I open my mouth to tell him that I would have preferred pizza and something cheap to drink, but I don't want to hurt his feelings, so I decide to keep my opinion to myself.
"Oh," Darian suddenly says. "I got you something." He reaches over to a small table by his side and picks up a gift bag from what looks like a very expensive store. "Here."
Now I really feel uncomfortable. "You're already doing so much. I don't need this. I didn't get you anything."
"That's fine. It's a gift. Your birthday present."
I take the bag as I glance at him. "Why did you get me a birthday gift? I already—You've already given me so much: the cupcakes and all the food you've been sending me…"
"Your friend got you an entire outfit. I had a feeling you wouldn't let me buy you an even nicer one, so I thought I'd get you this instead."
