-Before the end of her birthday is over, there is a little tupperware waiting outside of Tara's door next to a bottle of wine placed beside it. Inside is her favorite dessert-
Tara doesn’t get home until VERY late that night, and when she does, she’s VERY much not sober. Her eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness of the house, doing her best to silently make her way to her room. She stumbles a bit up the stairs, and then finds her way to her door. A soft little gasp leaves her lips at the wine bottle, searching for a name and finding none. But when her eyes land on the dessert she knows. Her eyes are wide, a little squeak of delight coming out. In an instance she’s at his door, not caring that it was three in the morning, and instead knocking softly.
