EstoniaxFamous!Reader

You looked around wearily. It had been such a long day. You had been working from dawn to dusk on the set, with nary a break. It just seemed like not a single person held any thoughts for your feelings, as no one had stopped to say a simple, "happy birthday". 'Great.' you thought to yourself, 'Now I'm even beginning to think like my character off the set.' Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your computer screen.

You heard a knock on the door. "Come in!"

The door swung open to reveal your secretary, Eduard.

"How are you doing?" He asked with a questioning smile.

You merely sighed. He seemed to catch the mood, and asked, "What's the matter?"

You sighed again, "It's nothing."

"Aren't you going to read the mail that your fans left you?" he asked. He knew that an encouraging word from one of your fans would sometimes help to cheer you up after a bad day.

Wordlessly, you shook your head.

"Well then, I'll just go and make you a hot chocolate." He told you, preparing to leave, "By the way, happy birthday."

Your eyes traveled to where he had left something on your desk. It was a small present, in (fav. color/pattern) wrapping paper. You smiled. It seemed that at someone did care after all.