Carol stumbled backward, nearly tumbling onto the bed.

"Felix?"

Felix stood there, his face dark as a storm cloud, and after a moment, he strode towards the door.

Annoyance flared within Carol. She had grown used to his doting over the past few months. Sure, the first week had been rough,

but since then, he had been nothing but accommodating. And now, he pushed her and was about to storm off on his own.

"What's gotten into you? I get you a gift and you can't even pretend to be happy? Today's my birthday."

In years past, the Miller estate would've been decked out in splendor for her birthday, a term like 'Gatsby-esque' wouldn't have

been an overstatement.

And now, just asking a man to put on a uniform had him looking like she'd asked him to walk the plank.

Felix had reached the door, pausing only briefly at the mention of her birthday.

But it was just a pause; seconds later, he continued on to the living room and out of the house.

Carol was livid, even contemplating a breakup.

But then she saw the tidy house, the half-eaten cake in the fridge, and her anger subsided a bit.

It wasn't worth breaking up over. Felix was generally good to her.

Downstairs, Felix lit a cigarette, a rare indulgence as Carol detested the smell.

him, then hailed a cab to Nathan's

subways and buses

opened with a chuckle, "Coming to collect the meds yourself, man? I

How frequent are you guys to run out so

clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly

Felix made himself

talk to Carol tonight? Listina’s surgery can't

"No, tomorrow."

of medicine tonight and hadn't broached

just don't forget. You've been together a few months now; she really likes you.

usually the easiest

remained silent, stubbing

called the doc. We

"Fine."

the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he glanced at his

angry.

didn't text her either, instead crashing on Nathan's

his job, receiving a call from Listina who wished to see

urgent, and he'd have to bring it up with

noon, showing

restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was reminded

in a similar storm without a word, breaking her

his recent attentiveness, the weather

brought an umbrella. There were none to spare, and the staff, including her,

hoping the

rain's too heavy; he can't

husband, but he doesn't

divorce him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should pick

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