The sun was only just starting to come up. The birds were trilling, the dew was shining, you know, you’ve seen a morning before. The vampires were going to bed and Tiffany was finished her night shift and expecting to walk into a quiet house. Instead, she found Charlie with a pot of coffee and a stack of pancakes.
“Happy birthday!” he said.
“Oh, did you do this for me?” she said, even though she knew perfectly well that he had done it for her.
“I set an alarm and woke up and everything,” he said as he poured a cup of coffee for her.
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