In the competitive world of football, all it takes is one. Brisk autumn winds still clinging to drops of summer's warmth enveloped Boston in a bittersweet embrace. Cars covered in the gentle kisses of frost zoomed past on their way to various destinations throughout the city, though the hurried man paid them no mind. Daniel clutched his coat tighter about his person as he walked, folding his arms across his chest in attempt of keeping as much bodily warmth as close as possible while clutching a plastic sack tightly in his hand. October had been unforgiving and in the close span of a week, summer had slipped into fall which brought out warmer clothes and more little necessities for comfort outdoors. Jack-o-lanterns decorated the doorways of the apartments he passed and false spider webs clung to windows of nearby shops, adding a spooky coating to the suburbs of downtown. Halloween was just around the corner and local businesses were stopping at nothing to bring in as many customers as possible in preparation for the upcoming holiday season. Off towards the distance near a litter of docks spreading out into the ocean, Daniel could swear he saw the flicker of Christmas lights twinkling in the windows of someone's apartment. Is it that time of year already? Daniel bred a smile and felt the rushes of end-of-the-year preparations course in his veins. Some thought that the holiday seasons were stressful and unnecessary, but Daniel Morgan was one who cherished the messages of family and togetherness that spread through the course of the next two months. He was especially looking forward to his sister's reaction to a pair of presents in his jacket pocket, and the thought of her excited squeals and glee only spurred him further towards The Thinking Cup where she was employed. Rounding the corner of Tremont Street, Daniel pulled open the door and was grateful to meet a rush of heat as he stepped over the threshold and closed the glass behind him. The tinkling of bells above him announced his entrance. "Becca?" he called, giddy as a schoolgirl. When he didn't see her immediately, he checked his watch and read that her shift ended in five minutes. Damn. I was so close. He put the plastic bag he was holding on the table beside him and cleared his throat, knowing he might get kicked out of the cafe for this, but it didn't matter to him. Not today. Drawing in a deep breath, he began to sing very loudly. "Happy birthday to yoooou!" he exclaimed to the broken tune of the song. "Happy birthday to yoooou! Happy birthday dear Beccaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Happy birthday to yoooou!"