while.”
“I will give you asylum over here anytime you need it. OK?” David winked.
Eva nodded and looked at the floor. She had to get out of here. Otherwise, she’d run the risk of completely falling for David. It would be better and far less complicated to bury herself in her work. David retrieved Leonie from Jonas’s room, and everyone said their good-byes. Leonie waved at Jonas, and he waved back before disappearing into his room again. Leonie shuffled out to the sidewalk.
“Thanks so much for dinner and also for the Internet access,” Eva said. David took a step in her direction, and Eva stepped back. She turned and walked a few paces, then looked back at him. “See you later.”
David looked at her for a long time before saying, “Yes, I hope so.” His penetrating gaze shook Eva to her core.
Eight
After Eva got home around eleven o’clock, she peeked at the folder so that she could at least start thinking about her client’s wishes. Then she sat down on the living room sofa with a glass of wine and stared at the computer screen. She thought about the best way to approach this new assignment. Should she design fresh and fancy packaging for these chocolates? What kind of package would be appropriate for fine chocolates? All of Bailey’s Chocolate’s current packaging was either rectangular or square. Pretty much what buyers expected. But they wanted something comparable to Kinder Chocolate’s or Yogurette’s quirkily shaped chocolates and innovative packaging and design. Why choose a different shape for the packaging? Wouldn’t it be better to simply design something attractive?
She decided to start with the chocolate bars. They were delicious to look at and easy to design a box for. However, after an hour of coming up with nothing, she decided to go to bed and turned off the Mac.
The next morning, she stood in the supermarket and inspected all the candy products. She grabbed everything appealing and put it in her shopping cart. Then she went to the butcher shop to buy a roast for her father. In her mother’s cookbook, she had picked out a complicated recipe, with detailed instructions on how to use the roast’s natural juices to prepare a tasty sauce, but she snuck a few ready-made sauce packets into the cart as a precaution. She could camouflage the sauce with a couple of chopped carrots and onions, if she had to.
Shortly after nine o’clock, she was back at the house. She spread the chocolate packages on the dining room table and studied them. After drinking a couple of cups of coffee while awaiting inspiration, she decided to sweep the street after all, even though she didn’t really want to. But sitting and staring at the chocolate packaging, awaiting divine inspiration, wasn’t all that alluring. Might as well be useful.
With her hair in a ponytail and wearing shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, she went into the garage to get the broom. First, she swept the driveway. Instead of thinking about her client’s design problems, she started thinking about David. She kept glancing at her neighbor’s house but didn’t hear a peep from where she was standing. Was David even home? His car was in the garage. Maybe he was eating breakfast with Jonas. Eva chastised herself for being so fixated on what David might be doing. She shook her head to try to expel his image from her brain and put her attention on the task at hand. She noticed little pebbles on the road, as well as some clumps of dirt, and wondered where they had come from.
Satisfied with herself and her work, she swept everything into a dustpan, strolled over to the garbage can, and dropped the debris inside. She carried the broom back to the garage and closed the door so that everything looked nice and neat.
As Eva reached the front yard, she heard the familiar sound of a rumbling tractor and she looked up. The driver was obviously in a hurry, because he drove without slowing down. Mud from the field sprayed out from the
“I will give you asylum over here anytime you need it. OK?” David winked.
Eva nodded and looked at the floor. She had to get out of here. Otherwise, she’d run the risk of completely falling for David. It would be better and far less complicated to bury herself in her work. David retrieved Leonie from Jonas’s room, and everyone said their good-byes. Leonie waved at Jonas, and he waved back before disappearing into his room again. Leonie shuffled out to the sidewalk.
“Thanks so much for dinner and also for the Internet access,” Eva said. David took a step in her direction, and Eva stepped back. She turned and walked a few paces, then looked back at him. “See you later.”
David looked at her for a long time before saying, “Yes, I hope so.” His penetrating gaze shook Eva to her core.
Eight
After Eva got home around eleven o’clock, she peeked at the folder so that she could at least start thinking about her client’s wishes. Then she sat down on the living room sofa with a glass of wine and stared at the computer screen. She thought about the best way to approach this new assignment. Should she design fresh and fancy packaging for these chocolates? What kind of package would be appropriate for fine chocolates? All of Bailey’s Chocolate’s current packaging was either rectangular or square. Pretty much what buyers expected. But they wanted something comparable to Kinder Chocolate’s or Yogurette’s quirkily shaped chocolates and innovative packaging and design. Why choose a different shape for the packaging? Wouldn’t it be better to simply design something attractive?
She decided to start with the chocolate bars. They were delicious to look at and easy to design a box for. However, after an hour of coming up with nothing, she decided to go to bed and turned off the Mac.
The next morning, she stood in the supermarket and inspected all the candy products. She grabbed everything appealing and put it in her shopping cart. Then she went to the butcher shop to buy a roast for her father. In her mother’s cookbook, she had picked out a complicated recipe, with detailed instructions on how to use the roast’s natural juices to prepare a tasty sauce, but she snuck a few ready-made sauce packets into the cart as a precaution. She could camouflage the sauce with a couple of chopped carrots and onions, if she had to.
Shortly after nine o’clock, she was back at the house. She spread the chocolate packages on the dining room table and studied them. After drinking a couple of cups of coffee while awaiting inspiration, she decided to sweep the street after all, even though she didn’t really want to. But sitting and staring at the chocolate packaging, awaiting divine inspiration, wasn’t all that alluring. Might as well be useful.
With her hair in a ponytail and wearing shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, she went into the garage to get the broom. First, she swept the driveway. Instead of thinking about her client’s design problems, she started thinking about David. She kept glancing at her neighbor’s house but didn’t hear a peep from where she was standing. Was David even home? His car was in the garage. Maybe he was eating breakfast with Jonas. Eva chastised herself for being so fixated on what David might be doing. She shook her head to try to expel his image from her brain and put her attention on the task at hand. She noticed little pebbles on the road, as well as some clumps of dirt, and wondered where they had come from.
Satisfied with herself and her work, she swept everything into a dustpan, strolled over to the garbage can, and dropped the debris inside. She carried the broom back to the garage and closed the door so that everything looked nice and neat.
As Eva reached the front yard, she heard the familiar sound of a rumbling tractor and she looked up. The driver was obviously in a hurry, because he drove without slowing down. Mud from the field sprayed out from the
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