4 Apocalypse Avenue, the Apartment; Monday Evening.

[perfectmissyork]

The cold she'd had over the weekend and a dopey mun had made her forget; the end of a conversation she'd had earlier had made her remember; today was Charlotte's birthday. Thirty-seven. A bit of a staggering number, really, just three more steps closer to that daunting, looming 4-0. Well, thirty seven if you didn't factor in the weird time

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[pieandcoffee]

And that would be a certain suited man knocking on the door with his hands behind his back.

[perfectmissyork]

Since Charlotte herself had practically forgotten, she didn't exactly expect anyone else to really recognize her birthday, so the knock she heard coming from the door surprised her a little. She pulled a little out of her reflections, drifting toward the door, and taking a quick peek through the peephole to see who it was.

Oh, no. He didn't! Still, she smiled as she opened the door.

"This is a bit of a surprise," she commented.

[pieandcoffee]

"A little bird told me it was someone's birthday," Dale said with a small grin.

And one hand came out holding a cupcake with an unlit candle.

"I thought someone might want a very small party."

[perfectmissyork]

Charlotte wondered if that little bird was actually a line of data on a file somewhere. Still, there was a cupcake involved, and so her grin grew a little and her cheeks flushed a bit pink. "Dale," she said, with admiring fondness. "You didn't have to..."