Sam/Sean
Sam had made a little trip with G as soon as they had gotten the first email about Sean's birthday. He might have forgotten last year, but he was not going to have a repeat this year.
He knew exactly what he wanted since he'd done this once before. They had to go to 18th Avenue and back. Tonight as soon as practice was over, he ran to the house, and yes, he basically ran, because a) it was cold and b) it never hurt to do more exercise.
When he got back, he pulled Sean aside and handed him the box. "Happy birthday."