Christian, in his grey bathrobe, was in the kitchen making himself crambled eggs, his free hand into his bathrobe's pocket and his feet in his grey, fuzzy socks.

Meanwhile, you were in the living room, folding laundry on the ironing board, in some black sweater and sweatpants with some fuzzy socks. Your hands busy folding the now dry clothles on your board while Christian was in the kitchen.

After few minutes, Christian would walk over in the living room towards you with a plate of crambled eggs he was casually eating, spekaing up to you while he munched.

"Folding laundry, huh ? Want a bite ?" He asked, raising his fork towards your mouth in case you wanted to take a bite of his food.