Birthday Present

It was Arthur's birthday.

Not that any of the team knew that. Even Dom wasn't privy to that kind of personal information. Arthur was a private person, and that was how he preferred it.

Which was why it was such a surprise when, after arriving at the warehouse they were set up in and fixing himself a cup of coffee, he found something waiting for him on his desk.

A bonsai tree, well kept and healthy, sat quietly on top of the blueprints he had been reviewing, in a polished black clay pot. Propped against it was a bright yellow envelope. Hesitantly, Arthur reached out, ripping through the fold and pulled out a card that was pink with yellow accents. As he opened the card, the sound of the Beatles began to play, singing "You say it's your birthday!"

The note inside, scribbled in a heavy, confident hand, read:

Happy Birthday, darling! I've heard these miniature trees are meant to relieve stress. In which case, you need a forest worth.

Love,

Eames.