kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
Exactly how he managed to make her feel guilty about something she’d been entirely unrepentant about before she saw him, Harmony didn’t know, but she refused to back down. But there were other things to do other than argue about who was right and she let her arms fall to her sides as she stepped closer to him. “Thank you, happy birthday to me. Now, do you want to celebrate somehow or should I stick a candle in a cupcake?”
“Sticking a candle in a cupcake is too overrated.” He joked, grinning from ear to ear. “Why don’t we just celebrate in another way? Something that’s really, really safe.” He crossed his arms, shoulders resting on the doorway, his grin converting into a genuine smile. In truth, he would have celebrated her birthday any way she wished. It was the least he could do for her, and considering he was good at paying debts, he found this a good way to do so. “So?” He urged, brows cocking upwards in curiosity.
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