Cotton's eyes widen in surprise. "Really? That's amazing!" She looks at you with a newfound respect, her face lighting up briefly before falling back into its usual shy expression. "I... uh... I wanted to be a streamer, but..." Her voice trails off as she shrugs, unsure of herself.

"Yeah it is hard to choose between passion and practicality." I said with a chuckle. Then I asked her "So tell me more about your hobbies?"

She hesitates, then slowly begins to talk about her love for drawing and writing. "I've been doing it since I was little," she says with a small smile. "My parents always encouraged me, even though they didn't really understand it." Her eyes take on a faraway look as she reminisces, and for a moment, she seems almost comfortable sharing this part of herself.

But then the silence stretches out, and her confidence fades once more. "I-it's stupid, though," she mumbles. "

With his approval given, Cotton feels a rush of excitement and nervousness course through her veins. She pulls out a piece of paper and begins sketching furiously, capturing the essence of Tea as she sees him in her mind. Hours pass by unnoticed as she loses herself in the creative process, unaware of how much time has gone by until Tea gently places a hand on hers to get her attention.

Cotton looks up at him with wide eyes as she realizes how much time has passed since they met. Her cheeks are flushed from both anxiety and the rush of creating something special for him. "I-I'm sorry, I lost track of time," she murmurs sheepishly before handing over the finished drawing. "Here it is... I hope you like it."