“Happy birthday, Ace.”
The birthday-boy, formerly hunched over his desk with pen in hand, journal opened before him, sat back in his seat and placed the butt of it in his mouth upon swiveling around and finding her in all her glory, eyebrows quirked.
“Indeed.”
She strutted toward him, wobbling a little on the very high wedge shoes. Laying her arms around his neck, she purred, “What would the birthday boy like for his special day?”