I walked outside and Nghia wasn't in the car. I turned around and he jumped out and yelled BOO! I screamed and turned around, then turned towards him and said "Omgomg. Well here's your cookies! THey're sugar cookies! Sorry they're not the kind you wanted, it was all I had."
"Oh, why all of a sudden?"
"I had to make a project out of cookies. Happy belated birthday and thanks for helping me out in the summer!"
He took the "I" dipped it in the milk, and took a bite out of it.
"Happy birthday! Sorry they're a little burnt."
"WHAT THE FUCK I CAME ALL THE WAY HERE FOR BURNT SUGAR COOKIES!? THIS IS THE WORST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!"
Then he took a sip of milk.
"WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISN'T EVEN REAL MILK!"
"It's soymilk! It's all I have!"
Then he said thanks, gave me a hug, and left. Oh, Nghia.
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