𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ➳ 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

A/N: In which Chris thinks he has to do one crazy thing on his birthday since he usually doesn't do anything special while he's getting older every year :)

Warnings: this is pretty much pure fluff

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"Alright..." I sigh, after putting all my things away in this apartment, in New York. I'm staying here for two months, April and May, for work. New York is nice, it really is, but each time I'm here, my anxiety reminds me of why I live in Boston! I'm a pastry chef, and own some pastry shops too. Well, they're all over the world now, actually. As in, in a lot of countries, which I am crazy thankful for. I started all of this fourteen years ago, by opening up my first pastry shop in Sudbury, Massachusetts, after my dad convinced me to do so. I've been baking all my life, I'm grateful for the fact that I get to do the thing I love most for a living, and that I get to see people enjoy the things I, and my team, make. God, I wouldn't be anywhere without my amazing, beautiful, rocking team. All my coworkers, no I do not call them employees because I don't want anyone to ever even slightly feel less important, are amazing. They're all, one by one great at their job, they're kind and do their job with passion. That's important, I think.

A new and second shop recently opened up in New York City, and I wanted to be close to it for a while, just for the start of it all, you know? In case they need me there fast, I'll actually be there fast instead of four hours later. I don't think I'll ever move out of Massachusetts ever in my life, ever. The way I adore that state, especially Boston and her beautiful suburbs, is uncanny. I grew up in Sudbury, moved to an apartment in the big city of Boston when I was eighteen years old and quickly moved back to the suburbs at the age of twenty. I got a house built, my dream house, moved in and never left again. My beautiful home is the only house on the big, private, green property, giving me all the peace, quiet and privacy I want and need. It's good for my anxiety, really. There's this beautiful lake behind my house too, after a wide, green backyard of my own. There are literally never people there at all, and I adore it. I'm good at being alone, although I love seeing my family and friends a lot.

I'm a family person, big time. I spend as much time with them as I can, and make sure I'm home for every holiday too. I always used to dream about having a family of my own one day, and I still do dream of that. Sadly, I haven't doing my prince charming yet. I just hope I'll find someone in Massachusetts, someone who I can have the best time with. Anyways, New York! Always happy to be here, the shops are busy all the time and that's why there's a second shop in NYC now. I'm so proud of my team, I make sure they know that as much as possible. One of my love languages; words of affirmation. I have multiple love languages, but it's mostly words of affirmation and gift-giving. I'm a big time gift-giver. After taking a shower in this pretty apartment, I put on my pajamas and lay down in the comfortable, big bed. I chose a nice apartment, it's gorgeous and pretty quiet. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep after talking to my mom for a few, and my alarm wakes me up again at 6am.

I get ready for the day, grab my bag with my laptop, notebooks and some paperwork in it, put my airpods in my ears and listen to some Led Zeppelin on my way to thr train station. Sometimes, public transport can be easier to get from A to B fast. I mean, the traffic in New York City is enough for a full-on mental breakdown in the car. Besides, it's only a few minutes by train, and it's not a hassle at all. And, I've got my airpods, so I'm good. When I get to the right platform, the train is already here. I step inside, sit down at one of the little boots and look out the window. We're not moving yet, so there's barely anything to see right now, but I always like a seat next to the window. For now, I just look at my phone and answer some texts, waiting for the train to leave the station.