Stella didn't come.
I turned on my phone and was about to send a message when I received a message.
[There's a traffic jam. You should take a taxi first.]
I turned off my phone and took a taxi. Due to the heavy rain and the rush hour, it took me half an hour to reach the restaurant.
As I was late, to express my apology, I bought her favorite dessert at the door.
When I pushed the door open, there was nothing other than a few balloons and a sign with 'Happy Birthday'.
My phone rang again.
I checked it and saw two photos that David had posted not long ago. He wrote: [I am so moved.]
One of the photos showed the center console of my car. I bought it for the convenience of commuting to work. Stella said she wanted to drive it, so I gave it to her without hesitation and took the bus every day.
There was an ornament that I bought last year. Because Stella's driving skills were not good, she hit the telephone poles twice.
When I put this ornament on the car, Stella complained that it was too tacky and said, "This is so ugly, others will laugh at me when they see it."
After I pleaded again and again, she reluctantly agreed as if she were the owner of this car.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relieved and gave this post a like.
I asked the waiter to bring the dishes and cakes, and I ate them slowly in the box alone.
I loved sweets, but Stella didn't like them. She said they make people fat, so desserts like cakes never appeared in our house.
I could only have a few bites of cakes on my birthday, and then Stella would snatch it away and throw it away.
"Stop eating, look at your figure!"
I was eating the sweet cream in big mouthfuls.
I thought, "Fuck it!"
When I got home after I was full, Stella had not come back yet.
If it were in the past, I would have wanted to make numerous calls, asking her where she was and asking her to pick me up right away.
But I didn't do so today but fell asleep right after washing up.
In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping soundly, I heard the sound of the door opening.
I knew Stella was back.
Maybe because she didn't see me waiting for her in the living room, she came straight to the bedroom and stood in front of my bed.
She seemed to have been staring at me, but I was a little annoyed after being woken up, so I pretended to be asleep, not wanting to pay attention to her.