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Clementine didn't know what she was thinking.
She knew she shouldn't have posted anything.
Louis's still cold and uptight behavior since the coffee shop incident constantly reminded her of his jealous streak.
She had hidden the story from Louis's account so hopefully, he wouldn't know.
She couldn't resist posting. It felt right to want to celebrate the wonderful human being that Kit was.
Besides, with all the other birthday wishes Kit would be receiving that day, it's not like he would notice and strike up a conversation or anything.
It was Kit's birthday and she called him a friend so it should all be fine.

(Clementine was lying to herself)

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kit.connor reposted your story

kit.connor
thank you for the birthday wishes

clementinemitchell
ofc! i hope you have a great birthday 🫶

kit.connor
ty, how are you? it's been a while since...
you know

clementinemitchell
yes well I'm fine it was nothing, anyways happy birthday

kit.connor
wait we're having a party later at Sebastian's if you'd come
I'd really like you to

clementinemitchell
I don't think that'd be a good idea

kit.connor
Please, Clem, it's for me

clementinemitchell
I'll see if I can make it

kit.connor
great! I hope to see you there. It starts at 10, you won't want to miss the cake
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The party was nice. That was undeniable.
Sebastian knew how to throw a good party and all of Kit's friends were there.
Just not the person he wanted to see the most.

His parents rang him earlier and a couple other mates decided to send him a huge bouquet of flowers.
It was nice having so many people care.
He mostly made small talk with people wishing him a happy birthday, roaming the apartment, searching for those eyes and hair he knew so well.
She wasn't here yet, but that didn't mean she wouldn't come.

By the time the group had decided to cut the cake, the party had been going for 2 hours with no sign of Clementine.
He sighed and forced a smile as his friends shoved him to the front and center of the crowd, singing terribly.
He smiled awkwardly and stared at the bright candles of the cake.
He knew what he wanted to wish for.
It was his biggest wish.
He genuinely smiled when they finished singing and blew out the candles.
As people were thumping his back, saying congrats and happy birthday, his eyes drifted to the blonde hair at the door.
Clementine had arrived.

He quickly excused himself and made his way to her.
She stood at the door awkwardly, hands clenching the silky looking fabric of her blue dress.
She looked radiant in the low lighting.

She smiled softly, "Happy Birthday Kit."

"Yeah... thanks."

He was getting distracted by her eyes, and also by the odd shade of blue around her wrist which she quickly hid behind her back.

She smiled weakly, "Aren't you going to offer me a piece of the cake?"

Kit swallowed, "Yeah, of course, sorry. Thanks for coming!"

He led her to the cut pieces, getting her a fork and plenty of napkins. She smiled knowingly.

They walked over to the empty couch.
She sat after him, tucking into the cake as soon as she did.

Kit just smiled at her.

"You're great."

He was shaken from his staring, and stared at her dumbly.

"The cake is great," she repeated.

She shifted, moving the fallen strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. He stared at her pale skin there.

She moved so she leaned back on the couch, resting her head on it and staring at him, already having set the clean plate on the ground by her feet.
He swallowed thickly.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
She just looked into his eyes. Not moving.

He cleared his throat.

"Clem, really?"

She leaned forward all the sudden.

"You're just going to show up and not say anything about what happened?"

She grimaced and stared at her lap.
"It's your birthday, let's not ruin it."

"Okay."

So they didn't.
They talked of anything but.
They talked for hours about what was happening in their lives.
About their jobs, their favourite recent movies, the new obsession Clementine had with beagles and after a while, Clementine had her head on his shoulder.

He felt content. Almost.

He brought his hand to her cheek, moving to look at her face.
She had the prettiest eyes. And the softest skin.

They leaned in and that's when Sebastian decided to turn the volume on the music all the way up.

They jumped apart and her cheeks turned bright red.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't. I can't. This is not right.
We have to do this the right way. I won't ruin what you have. I won't be that person. Sorry, this was a mistake,"
he rambled, nervously getting up and backing away from her shocked face.

He almost ran to the bathroom, splashing water on his red face, then getting his coat.

He was leaving. This was a mistake.
Inviting Clementine was a mistake.

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surprise!! not proofread lol