“Hey,” Lance said with a confused frown. “What are you-” “Happy birthday,” I interrupted, pulling him into a tight embrace. “We’re going out.” “No,” he said, shaking his head as he stepped out of my arms. “I don’t celebrate my birthday. Not since Clara, you know I-” “Oh, come on, Lance,” I urged. “We need a night out. We need to get out of this place and out of our heads and just forget about all the shit here for one night of freedom.”
