The week had been long, but Samara was convinced it couldn’t possibly feel longer than the day she’d just endured. Meetings had stretched on endlessly, her email inbox was a war zone, and even her trusty coffee thermos had betrayed her, leaking all over her tote bag. She dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment, ready to collapse into bed even though it was only 5:30 PM.
Reaching her door, something felt… strange. A vase of yellow daisies greeted her on the welcome mat, with a brightly colored note attached:
“Change into something comfy and head to the roof. Trust us.”
She blinked, momentarily forgetting her exhaustion. Who were “we,” and what was going on? Her friends, Lucy and Eric, had been suspiciously quiet since their group chat had turned to plans for the weekend. Could this have something to do with them?
Intrigued, Samara scooped up the flowers and headed inside. The daisies smelled like sunshine, and the cheerful note was enough to lift her spirits just a little. She changed into one of her favorite outfits—a breezy floral dress—and made her way to the roof of her building.
When she stepped through the door and onto the rooftop, the sight before her took her breath away.
The flat gravel rooftop she’d always thought of as “boring, but good for phone calls” had been transformed into a cozy, festive retreat. A brightly patterned picnic blanket was spread in the center, adorned with pillows and covered in trays of snacks and treats: fruit skewers, cheese and crackers, mini sandwiches, and cupcakes dusted with edible glitter. Strings of twinkling fairy lights looped from one corner to another, casting the rooftop in a warm glow. A cooler filled with sparkling drinks was perched beside the picnic.
The centerpiece, though, was her friends, grinning ear to ear as they shouted, “Surprise!”
Lucy was holding a bouquet of balloons, the strings tangling in the slight breeze. Eric sat cross-legged by the picnic, stuffing his face with a miniature quiche, offering her a crumb-filled wave. And behind him, Rachel, her cousin visiting town for the weekend, waved excitedly.
“What—what is all this?” Samara stammered, her heart swelling with happy confusion.
“It’s a ‘you’re awesome and deserve to be celebrated’ party,” Lucy declared, rushing forward to hug her tightly.
“We wanted to plan something to let you relax after a crazy week,” Eric added, pulling out her favorite sparkling peach lemonade and handing it to her conspiratorially. “Think of it as our way of showing appreciation for everything you do for us.”
Samara laughed, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. She wasn’t great at accepting attention like this, but her friends’ thoughtfulness made it impossible not to beam from ear to ear.
“Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “How did you get all this up here without me noticing?”
“Let’s just say Rachel’s been excellent at distracting you this week,” Lucy laughed. Rachel grinned, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “Every broad question about your weekend plans? Definitely on purpose.”
Samara stepped forward and hugged each of them in turn. “You guys… I don't even know what to say. Thank you.”
“Say you’re hungry,” Eric said, pointing dramatically at the spread. “Because I’ve been saving the best sandwiches for you, and I can’t hold off on eating them much longer.”
Samara sank onto the picnic blanket, relaxing as she reached for one of the sandwiches. The pastry was flaky, the filling deliciously rich. She hadn’t realized how grumpy the day had made her until laughter and savory bites began to smooth it all away.
As they ate, Lucy led them in a game of rapid-fire questions.
“If you could go on a dream vacation tomorrow, where would you go?”
“What animal would perfectly represent Samara in a movie about her life?”
“If we had to form our own band right now, who’s the lead singer?”
Samara laughed harder than she had in days, declaring Lucy a “total penguin” in her hypothetical movie, and convincing Rachel to take lead vocals if their band ever became reality. The rooftop echoed with their voices, rivaling the glittering downtown skyline in the background.
As they dug into the cupcakes, Eric reached into a nearby paper bag. “Samara, we got you a little something. It’s small, but… I think you’ll love it.”
He handed her the gift bag, and she pulled out a hardcover book wrapped in a ribbon. It was a compilation of her favorite poetry by Rumi, inscribed with a note on the inside flap: “For the one who always gives. Don’t forget to refill yourself, too. Love, your rooftop fam.”
Samara blinked to push back the sudden tears. “You guys…” She shook her head and hugged the book to her chest. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do,” Lucy said firmly. “You’re always the one cheering us on, organizing everything, listening to us vent. It’s about time we did something just for you.”
Samara breathed in, looking around at the easy smiles and feeling the warmth of the evening settle over her. The stress of emails, meetings, and broken thermoses faded into the background. Whatever challenges waited the next day suddenly didn’t matter.
“Alright, who’s ready for my playlist?” Lucy asked, pulling out a small Bluetooth speaker.
“Let me guess,” Rachel said. “All 90s boy bands?”
“Excuse me, I have RANGE,” Lucy fired back, laughing, and moments later, the unmistakable opening notes of the Backstreet Boys filled the air.
Samara couldn’t remember the last time she danced so freely. Beneath the string lights, with her friends spinning awkwardly and pulling out over-exaggerated dance moves, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she could just breathe.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the four of them collapsed onto the blanket, tired but happy. Samara looked out at the city skyline, now twinkling with lights, thinking how perfect this moment felt.
“Thank you,” she said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
“For what?” Lucy asked.
“For reminding me why I love this city. And for knowing exactly how to make me feel like myself again.”
“You’ve always had it in you,” Eric said, clinking his sparkling lemonade bottle against hers. “Sometimes you just need a good rooftop picnic—and a cupcake—to bring it out.”
The group chuckled as the stars began to peek through the sky. It was a night like any other, but to Samara, it felt like magic. A simple act of kindness had made her realize something profound: sometimes, the best way to face life’s chaos wasn’t to fight it, but to take a break and feel the love of those who reminded you who you are.
And as the music played softly in the background, Samara leaned back onto the blanket, letting the warmth of her friendships carry her into the moment—and beyond.
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