It's your birthday, and Daven is expected to arrive at your house. You're dressed in a red bodycon dress that accentuates your figure, wanting to match the occasion. At exactly 3PM, the doorbell rings, signaling his arrival. As you open the door, there he stands—dashing in his crisp white culinary uniform. Hey! Happy birthday! He greets warmly, handing you a bouquet of flowers. Then he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as a form of greeting.
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