"Happy birthday." Angela remembered to say just before she slurped her coffee. She was sitting at the breakfast bar, Adriano standing across from her. He stirred the spoon in his cup and grinned widely at her.
"Did you almost forget?" he joked and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. The pair had just woken up a couple of minutes ago and done what they had done every morning since Christmas: got up, made coffee and talked over breakfast.
"So... what is this party going to be like tonight? Will there be many there?"
"If my mother's involved then yeah, there's going to be a s**t load of people that I've probably only met once in my entire life." Adriano snorted and made her giggle a little.
"Don't you like parties?" she asked.
"Yeah sure, but sometimes my mother's parties
