Feliz cumpleaños chica rosita.

Lovely people beckon lovely things. Least I can do for a much appreciated stranger. Or maybe it's all a ruse for that lovely story of yours, or that one is just an excuse for me to try and nestle your voice within the sweetest of memories.

Forget that last part, so improper of me.

Thanks for the cake. I loved it.

Don't push your luck, kiddo.