I told him my birthday is the day after tomorrow, and he exclaimed, “Great. Then we’ll have to celebrate in an appropriate fashion.”
I smiled and said, “Robi, we just celebrated yesterday. Aren’t you satisfied?”
“Uh, no. I meant your birthday should be special. You know Pino, don’t you?”
“Do you like him?”
Worried about saying something that would distance him from me, I hesitated a little, then decided to tell the truth: “Yes, quite a lot.”
“Perfect. I’ll come to pick you up the day after tomorrow.”
“OK.” I shut my phone, curious about this strange excitement of his. I trust him.