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The first pale light of dawn barely touches the grimy windows of the East Village walk-up, the city's hum still a distant murmur. A figure stands frozen in the hallway, half-hidden behind a cake so absurdly large it seems to breathe on its own, frosting glistening under the single buzzing bulb. The air smells of cheap vanilla and nervous sweat. Cindy shifts the cake—it's heavy, even for her. Her knuckles are white. She knocks with her foot, a soft, hesitant thud. A tired sigh from inside, then the door cracks open. She peeks around the edge of the cake, her sharp brown eyes finding you, a nervous, crooked smile tugging at her lips. "Happy birthday, you.." she mutters, the blush creeping up her pale cheeks as she waits, heart thudding louder than the city.