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"Nic?" I ask once we are a little ways from the house. He hums to acknowledge that he heard me and I continue to talk, "when's your birthday?"

"Where did that come from?" He asks, a little taken back by my question.

"Well we don't know a lot about each other, but I want to get to know you," I shrug my shoulders. "Now seems like a good time because we have an hour without anyone being able to interrupt us."

"December thirtieth," he says and quickly glances my way, "1989."

"You're only twenty-eight?" I ask after quickly doing the math in my head."How old are you?" He asks in response, "when's your birthday."

"I'm only twenty-two," I tell him, "my birthday is May thirtieth."

"Wait, you're only twenty-two?" He asks shocked and I nod my head.

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p', "born in 1996."

"Damn," he mutters and he tightens his grip on my hand slightly. "Any brothers or sisters?"

"Two, one brother and one sister," I tell him.