“Happy birthday.”
Elizabeth opened her eyes begrudgingly, rubbed them, and then turned away from the light and screwed them shut again.
“No,” she groaned and pulled the covers over her, “I mean really, really, really, f**k no.”
“You’re not feeling old, are you?”
She opened her eyes again but refused to sit up.
“Nowhere near as old as you. How the hell did you know it was my birthday, anyway?”
“You told me it was on April 20th last time we were in the city.”
“Please for the love of god tell me you don’t have any big surprises planned.”
“Don’t worry. You respected it when I told you I didn’t want to do anything for my birthday, I am going to do the same for you. And for the record, 28 is not too old.”
“Not too old?” she put the emphasis on the word ‘too’, because that is what he had
