Yaito sent out the invitations to her birthday a week before. She wanted to make sure a special someone would get the invitation.

Sure enough, that someone received the invitation ahead of time and with much time to spare for worrying. Shun paced back and forth in his room desperately trying to figure out what to get Yaito for her birthday. "She's so rich," he thought. "What can I get that she doesn't already have?"

Shun ran through his mental list of things that he knew Yaito liked. She liked pink, parties and strawberry milk. But none of those things would make a good present, unless, of course if Yaito liked strawberries.

Shun went into his kitchen and pulled out his mother's old cook book. It was one of the few mementoes he had left of her. He remembered that after his parents passed away he became obsessed with cooking. He tried to recreate the aroma's that filled his house when his mom cooked, a small memory but a strong one. He opened to his personal favorite recipe of Strawberry Shortcake and went around his kitchen gathering the things that he needed.

He brought out a big bowl and started to add and mix the ingredients together. Maybe, just maybe his gift would be enough.

He rang the doorbell on Yaito's house and the sound echoed in the court yard. The door was answered by Netto Hikari who gave him a large grin and waved him inside. "Yaito's been waiting for you," he said. "She's been looking for you all afternoon."

Shun blushed, "Really?"

Netto burst out laughing, "Of course, she's been talking about you all week at school!" he said.

"She's been talking so much that even Netto-kun got a hint," Rockman added.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" asked Netto.

Before Rockman could answer Yaito came over. "Shun, so glad you could make it!" she said.

Netto quietly stole away, probably taking a silent hint from his navi, and left the two alone.

Shun blushed and pressed the square box into Yaito's hands. "Thanks for inviting me," he said.

Yaito nodded, "No problem."

There was an awkward silence.

"I…" They began at the same time. They blushed and said, "You first," simultaneously.

Shun laughed nervously, "No really, you first."

"I forgot what I was going to say," said Yaito.

"So did I," Shun said.

Yaito looked down and finally realized the box in her arms. She opened it and gasped at Shun's culinary masterpiece inside.

"Happy Birthday," said Shun.

Yaito nodded and leaned over until her face was inches from Shun's. "Thanks," she whispered in his ear and kissed him on the cheek.