Isadora
"Uhh," I stuttered, taken unexpectedly. What the hell, Viktor.
Ivan’s brows drew together. “It’s your birthday?”
I cleared my throat, grabbing my coffee like it could hide me. “Yeah. I mean… technically.”
“Technically?” Rafael repeated, a grin already forming.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
"Wow," Ivan exclaimed, his eyes looking like he had been betrayed.
"It's really not a big deal, Ivan." I urged, trying to control the situation.
Ivan turned toward me. "So you told Viktor but not me?”
I blinked. “I didn’t tell Viktor.”
Viktor shrugged, not looking even a little guilty. “You didn’t have to.”
My eyes narrowed. “Wait— how did you even know?”
He leaned back in his chair. “I listen when people talk. You mentioned it once, months ago.”
Ivan frowned deeper. “Months ago?”
Viktor nodded. “Yeah. During one of our 'personal' conversations. Said something about never really being celebrated on your birthdays so far and that you got used to not even mentioning it anymore. It stuck
