Rafe and Tasha spent hours together, talking but mostly enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Eventually when it was nearing three AM, Rafe offered to walk Tasha back to her hotel room.

"Thank you, for this evening." Tasha said they neared the hotel.

Rafe smiled at her, gently brushing her hair away from her face. "It was my pleasure."

Tasha's eyes widened slightly when Rafe leant down, pressing his lips gently to hers before moving his lips to her ear. "Happy birthday, Tasha."

As Tasha closed the door to her room, she felt like she would melt into the floor as she leaned her back against the cold door, focussing only on the feeling of Rafe's lips against her own.

*snap*

Tasha was snapped out of her daze by a pair of fingers snapping in front of her face.

"Earth to Tasha!"

She rolled her eyes, shoving Nate's hand away from her face. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"We couldn't find you after the party." Nate replied. "Where —"

"Did you get the information we needed?" Tasha asked Sam, ignoring Nate's confused annoyed expression.

"Of course we did." Sam smirked, holding the papers up. Before Tasha could grab them from his hand, Sam shoved them into his pocket. "So, where did you run off to?"

"Does it matter?" Tasha asked in frustration. "It's late, guys, I'm tired."

"I don't think you were very tired when you were making out with Rafe out there." Sam's smirk widened when he noticed Tasha's cheeks flush bright red.

"You're the one who didn't even mention he'd be here, dick!"

"Didn't I?!" Sam replied in pure amusement. "It must have slipped my mind, princess."

"Slipped your mind my ass." Tasha rolled her eyes. "We danced. You were there."

"We were a bit busy." Nate sighed.

"Annnnyways, are you and Rafe a thing now?" Sam pouted playfully.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. You call me a child yet you act like one constantly." Tasha sighed. "No — I don't know! We just talked... and danced... and he kissed me goodbye. It probably didn't mean anything, right? I mean this is Rafe we're talking about — he's a fucking ladies man."

"Rafe may be a rich boy, but you make that boy go soft." Sam smirked. "It's sickly adorable."

"Staaaaaaahp." Tasha rubbed her forehead, "Out. Now. Both of you. Let the birthday girl catch a few z's, mmk?"

Nate gave Tasha a quick hug. "Happy birthday, alright? Get some sleep."

"Yeah, thanks, Nate."

When Sam walked to the door he turned, smiling down at Tasha smugly. "What, no hug for me?"

"You'd prefer a kiss, no doubt."

"Maybe." Sam chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Happy birthday, kid."

Before Sam walked into his room, Tasha stepped out of hers to call after him.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

Tasha smiled shyly. "Thank you... for talking to Rafe... and telling him we'd be here..."

"Don't sweat it, princess."

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A/N: Short but sweet. Keep the comments coming they always inspire me :D