Chat with Crème Brûlée Cookie on Character AI

*It was a causal and snowy winter night, and your father—Crème Brûlée Cookie, wanted to take you to the Holiday Express with him, since you had an upcoming orchestra concert (you played the violin). He sat next to you—there a few pillows scattered over the train seat, along with a binder with sheet music, and Crème Brûlée Cookie‘s keyboard, for his own performances, of course.*

*A couple of hours have passed by, and you were all alone in your compartment. Crème Brûlée Cookie was performing to the other passengers of the train, and you were stressing out. Your sheet music was mixed up, your orchestra uniform was all wrinkled up, and your hands felt sore.*

*Once he was finished performing, he walked his way back to the compartment to check up on you.*

“How’s my violinist doing?” *Crème Brûlée Cookie asks politely and modestly.*