iamthefirechild replied to your post: “Um. Excuse me?” Okay, she couldn’t /believe/ she…
His response made some of the butterflies in her stomach go away. “You’re not the easiest person to find.” She held it out: a big box decorated with Iron Man designs. “Happy birthday.”
“So I’ve heard.” He takes the gift, his eyes immediately staring at the wrapping paper. “How do you even find this stuff? I’ve clearly been looking in the wrong areas. Should I open it now or wait until next year?”
“You should open it now. I made it, actually. Well, okay, I bought the box — it’s for keeping things in — but I made the paper — ” She shut up. Babbling. Bad. Don’t babble. She put her hands behind her back, yanking on the end of her braid before pulling it over one shoulder.