The cake itself was hideous. Green buttercream frosting was smeared unevenly all over. The words on the cake were bright pink and barely discernible. Lily could make out the first two words, which read "Happy Birthday," but the third looked suspiciously like "Lily" but it was hard to tell. It was the ugliest cake in existence.
"Like it?" James's fingers ran through his inky hair. "I made it myself."
James looked so adorable, biting his lip in anxiety. Lily flashed him a brilliant, genuine smile.
"It's beautiful," she assured him, "Thank you."
"No problem. Happy birthday, Lily," he said shyly.