She hasn't spoken to me since and good riddance to. I always had this funny feeling in my gut about her but I thought that it was the bad pizza from the night before.

flash forward to next morning

I woke up this morning and was rudely interrupted by a loud knock at the door. i stopped brushing my teeth and yelled "WHO IS IT? " hoping to get an actual name but instead i got

"Happy birthday, love." I spat out the toothpaste and raced to the door.

"I said, who is it?" i again shouted

the 'stranger' at the door then replied with

"Surely you don't need an explanation, love."

I slowly opened the door and stared in disbelief at who stood waiting for me.

"What?" I said open mouthed

"Happy birthday." he repeated

"Yeah, i got that." i uttered

Stood before me was the famous, Killian Jones.

I sked him how he knew my birthday and we sat in silence for a moment until he answered with "a little birdy told me."