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"I would be more happy if you just bought a cake" Hank glared at you." How much you paid for this thing?"

"Okay...uh..." You pointed at his tummy. "First, you already eat too much calories" Then pointed at the watch "Second, this 'thing' is your birthday present and it doesn't matter how much I spent on it."

My salary will have gone to waste if he doesn't wear this watch for at least an entire year.

"Right. You win." Hank put the watch on his wrist, ironically smiling at you. "Happy?"

"Well, yeah" You tapped your chin. "But something's missing."

"Oh, for fuck's sake (Y/N)" Hank rested his hands on the table, slightly annoyed. You felt amused. "What is it now?"

"Chicken Feed."

A few minutes later you found yourself at Chicken Feed with Hank. Gary smirked at both of you.

"What can I get you this time, Hank?" Gary asked.

"The usual." Hank responded.

"Alright. And you, (Y/N)?"

"Nah, I'm good" You gestured with your hand. "It's practice week."

The place went silent after that. A few minutes later Gary handed Hank his meal.

"Thanks" Hank said while pulling money out of his pocket. "Here"

"Oh, no, no" Gary said, returning Hank's money. " It's on the house. It's not everyday that you turn 53!"

You wanted to laugh. Really hard. Hank's face was priceless. Gary didn't say that out of spite, but something was wrong. Hank would never tell him about his birthday unless he was drunk enough to do so. Hank immediately turned his head towards you.

"What the fuck was that?" He narrowed his eyes. "You told him today is my fucking birthday?"

"Maybe" You scratched the back your neck.

"Now what's next? A flying pink pony is gonna come down from the sky and give me one million dollars?" Hank ironically flicked his fingers.

You chuckled "No, sorry. That's all I've got for you."

Hank walked over to a table nearby, then started eating.

"How's the food?" You playfully teased. Hank just rolled his eyes, not answering.

"I know it's my birthday and you want to make everything about me," He took another bite of his burguer. "But what about you? How's college?"

"Well" You started, twirling your fingers " Finals are getting closer. And, um, Mr. Fillerman started a new dance project one week ago, which we have to perform on graduation day. It's not going to be easy."

"And you're worried." Hank snorted.

"Of course I am!" You almost raised your voice. "I've been studying Andro-Biology for four years. And I'm part of college's dance group, I can't screw things up now."

Graduate from college is your top priority recently. You have a lot of work to do. Ever since you were accepted into DUAT your life has completely changed. You don't have friends there, just people you know you'll have to talk to from time to time. In your first year, some people knew you, they knew who you were and knew about your past, especially about your dad. Then the rumors spread quickly. They don't hate you, of course. But how shameful would be being daughter of a prestigious detective who turned out to be a "loser"?