"Mr. Shamus?" asked the older man.
"That would be me."
"This way, sir."
I thought Steve was going meet me at the airport. I know he said he had work to do in the city but...
What kind of work?
I'm practically living with this guy and I know nothing about him. I remember Hugo thinking he was some kind of student. If he said he moved to his new place to save money, then how can he afford to do all of this for my birthday?
My father wanted to spend time with me in the park, my mother was trying to keep me her little baby, and now a limo driver was holding the stretch limo door open for me.
I stepped inside and discovered a bottle of champagne, a dozen roses, and a gold wrapped package with a card.
The driver popped the cork and poured me a glass of bubbly.
I wanted to rip into the gift and send wrapping paper pieces flying in the air but like my mother always taught me, I looked at the card first.
On the front was a buffed out naked man. A cake strategically placed in front of his crotch.
Inside was a note. "I will be a little late. The driver will take you to the hotel. Keep the bed warm for me. Steve."
I know where his mind is. The same place as mine.
I poured myself another glass of champagne and ripped into my gift.
I looked at it in disbelief.
A wallet.
My mother used to put five dollars in the wallets she gave me each year for Christmas. Then, she made me put it in the collection plate at midnight mass.
I peeked inside. Empty.
I wasn't that disappointed. After all, Steve did pay for my trip here.
The driver pulled up in front of the Saint Catherine's Hotel.
He let me out and took my flowers and carry-on inside for me.
We went up to the front desk.
"This is Mr. Shamus." said the Driver.
"Very good," the Desk clerk said. He motioned for a bell hop. "Escort Mr. Shamus to the honeymoon suite."
I hummed Happy Birthday to Me as the doors of the elevator closed and we started to go up to my room.
