We took his mediocre car which we had used when we went to the movie theater. It felt like it was a long time ago and indeed it was. It was two months ago when everything was simple and we were good friends who didn't have unknown feelings for each other.
I searched up gift shops nearby and directed him to the location.
"Tell me, what do men usually like for a birthday present?"
"Whose birthday is it?"
"A close friend of mine. He had his birthday a few days ago."
"He's a man?"
I nodded.
"Keith?"
"Yes, now can you please tell me what a man would like to have for a present?" I asked impatiently.
"Men hate birthday presents. So I'm going to drive back to the mansion because you're not getting a gift for Keith."
He was about to make a turn back but I stopped him.
"Who doesn't like to get gifts for their birthday? Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying. You'll see just how much