Sheila smiled softly. The clothes she got him probably could not compare to what he would normally get for himself, but if he liked them and they made him happy, that was enough.

On second thought, this was also the first time she had ever given him a gift.

“When is your birthday?” Sheila asked him. “We’ve known each other for so long, and I still don’t know.”

“It’s passed this year. I was born on the twelfth of February.”

Sheila let out a small “oh” and made a mental note.

This year, when