She firmly positioned herself on the piece of rock jutting out of the grass. Her fingers delicately held the brown mushy piece of birthday cake. She just stared at it like she was trying to swallow it with her gaze alone, afraid that it would vanish if she looked away for a second. After a huge ‘gazeful’ of the cake she was finally satisfied that the cake was not going anywhere. She lifted her eyes to look into mine. A smile as smooth as the chocolate paste spread on her lips as she ate my birthday cake. I smiled back.