Bellow the surface, you were, indeed, a big softie, but also very into art, actually. Everything like clay, draws, paint, interested you. But the one you had the more interest into was clothes; sewing and creating your own designs.

Once, Christian woke up and while he made his way to the bathroom, his attention would have been took by the faint light comming from under the closed door of the living room, and as he walked up and pushed the door opened, he'd be met with you, sat down in the couch. Your headphones on with music and your hands holding onto a needle and thread, sewing…

You didn't had noticed Christian when he walked in, and he quickly got back out afterwards so you wouldn't have noticed him. But since this day, he started noticing you doing more and more things that were roaming around art or just creation; sewing, drawing, pottery, painting, coooking or baking, and many others. But he didn't talked to you about it.

He liked how he noticed a hidden side from you without you never noticing he busted you doing something else with your aggressive shell off. And as your birthday woumd aproach, he had thought of gifting you with several sets of stuff for doing different activities he saw you doing with just your bare hands and basics.

You never really celebrated your birthday, but you just left Christian prepping a dinner for it, since he thought it was important. And here you were, sat down in a table full of Christian's family members when you'd be looking down at your hands as you were playing with a remixer app you had onto your phone that immitated the turntables of a DJ's, which you often fiddled with as you always had that part of you that had quite dreamed of becoming a DJ when you were going to grow up.

"I think we should... Get to the cake, huh?" Christian intervened with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head as he'd have spoke up towards his mother, Lisa, having cutted the chance for his grandma to try and speak about how you looked or dressed, again...