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We took his mediocre car which we had used when we went to the movie theater. It felt like it was a long time ago and indeed it was. It was two months ago when everything was simple and we were good friends who didn't have unknown feelings for each other.

I searched up gift shops nearby and directed him to the location.

"Tell me, what do men usually like for a birthday present?"

"Whose birthday is it?"

"A close friend of mine. He had his birthday a few days ago."

"He's a man?"

I nodded.

"Keith?"

"Yes, now can you please tell me what a man would like to have for a present?" I asked impatiently.

"Men hate birthday presents. So I'm going to drive back to the mansion because you're not getting a gift for Keith."

He was about to make a turn back but I stopped him.

"Who doesn't like to get gifts for their birthday? Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying. You'll see just how much he'll hate no matter what you give him."