Berth is walking merrily toward Jacy, who is leaning on a fence.
“This is for you!” Bertha exclaims presenting Jacy with a large card.
“Eh? Hmm,” Jacy takes the card and looks at the front. It reads the words,”Happy Birthday,” in sparkly text. He takes the card and puts it in his back pocket.
“Aren’t you going to look in the inside?” Bertha asks a little disheartened.
“Nah, I’m over 50 now. My birthday just doesn’t feel like a thing anymore,” Jacy says as relaxing back on the fence.
“Oh Jacy, don’t be like that. You are only as old as you feel,” Bertha responds sharply putting her hands on her hips.
“Hmm, you know I never liked that phrase. It creates problems,” Jacy retorts.
“What do you mean?”
“Well what if I say I feel like a 20 year old? That doesn’t mean I think like a 20 year old. I have my experience with me still. It doesn’t take into account that feeling won’t have a skewed effect on my actions and decisions.”
The two stand there for a moment in silence.
“Well I just didn’t want you to get down about your age,” Bertha finally blurts out.
“Ha, down about my age? I have a beautiful woman a decade younger than me bringing me cards and the like. Why would I even care about my age?” Jacy says with a laugh.
“Oh, I’m beautiful now? Jacy, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a compliment from you.” Berth replies also laughing.
“Well, compliments aren’t really my thing, but maybe I’m changing and maturing with age.”
“Jacy, I think maybe I have a better present for you than a silly birthday card,” Berth says with a smirk. She steps up to Jacy and grabs his hand. She moves his hand so he is holding her, grabbing her from behind. “Now this isn’t going to go as far as you think it is. And it’s just a onetime birthday thing.”
“Bertha, just having you at my place making it a little prettier is enough for me.”
Bertha kisses Jacy lightly on the lips, “Well lets go there, I will make you something and see where the night takes us,” Bertha says gripping Jacy’s hand and leading him down the street.