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2020-10-12 03:20:29Amelie giggled and two dimples reappeared in Sven's face.
“By the way, I live with my aunt. Just in case you should be surprised. "
He nodded.
"By the way, I would not go so far as to claim that we are the most normal here, but - sad as it is - to be honest, we are the most normal here."
"I'll remember," he said, amused, with an outrageously attractive smile.
"Okay, thanks again for the eggs and see you sometime."
She didn't really want to leave, but she had the feeling that she had almost exceeded the time limit before the intrusion began.
Sven accompanied her back into the hallway and closed the door behind her with a polite 'bye'. After the somewhat stiff parting, she scurried back up the stairs with an indelible smile on her face before Frau Gerling caught her defenseless in the stairwell and was able to drag her into her apartment.
"What did you do so long? Did the prune become intrusive? ”Asked Denise while she wiped the laminate in the living area with a mop.
"Who? HP? ", She snorted disparagingly," Unfortunately he had nothing to offer except the two eggs in his pants. So I asked our new neighbor and lo and behold, here they are. "
She raised her hands with the eggs in the air in triumph .
"And? What is there to know about him? "
“His name is Sven Weber and should be my age. I don't know more yet. "
Denise raised her eyes briefly from the mop and glanced at Amelie, who was smiling, lost in thought, looking at the eggs in her hands.
"Oh dear! You like it. "
"I beg your pardon? What makes you think that?"
"You have that look."
"I'll watch as always."
“You can't fool me, darling. I'm right and you know it. "
"If you think so ... I'll get to work on your cake."
"Please don't over-salt if you can," Denise asked provocatively.
"You me too," replied Amelie, shook her head in amusement and disappeared into the kitchen.
***
I'm then. Could take a little longer today. Better go outside the door with Ide before you go to bed ”, Denise said goodbye and pulled a gray cardigan over her white dungarees, which were dabbed with splashes of paint.
"Is good. Good luck ”, Amelie replied from the couch and averted her gaze from the flickering television.
"Thank you. I'm curious what a shitty hole awaits us this time. "
Denise had already experienced some nasty surprises on her construction sites in her years as a painter, so nothing really could shake her anymore.
"So, see you tomorrow."
Amelie lazed around for a while in front of the television before she took the cake base out of the oven and prepared the topping and the topping for the next steps. It wasn't the first time she made this chocolate cake. Although she was only a trained baker, she had already attended a course in the confectionery sector and learned some tips and tricks for making these little works of art.
In the early evening she put the Idefix on a leash and did the usual walk through the residential area, past the church and into the park that lined the historic moated castle - the only landmark of the village of Dippold. It was already dawning, which would have made some lonely passers-by uneasy. But Amelie was no different used to roaming the streets alone in the dark and at night. Probably the greatest disadvantage of being a baker was to start his job when most of the others were happily listening to their mattresses. Amelie usually worked from two in the morning to nine in the morning. Since it was the only bakery in the village, she would occasionally stand behind the counter and help out with the sales. Therefore it happened often enough that she could not finish work until noon. Despite these somewhat unusual working hours and the associated clinical sleep algorithm, she would not want to do any other job.
Amelie strolled relaxed through the dusk and watched Idefix sniffing and then marking some tufts of grass. Idefix was also one of the reasons why she was almost happy about her nightly working hours. As a rule, this always ensured that either Denise or herself were at home and Idefix did not have to spend many hours unattended and alone.
On the way back they passed the old church made of brown stone, behind which the parish cemetery immediately stretched. Its bell tower towered heavily, the top of which was refined by a large cross. Amelie looked up and wondered how good the view must be from up there and whether the bell ringer always took a moment after the bell to let his gaze wander over the landscape.
Suddenly there was a jerk on her right hand and Idefix tore himself away with a loud bark. Perplexed about his unexpected and absolutely atypical exit, she called after him before she followed him quickly across the forecourt of the church. What had gotten into him? He'd never torn himself away like that before. Not even if he had startled a cat or a rabbit.
Amelie hurried after him and finally caught up with him on the side of the church. He had bared his teeth and growled at the adjoining hedge, behind which was a grassy expanse of trees.
“Man, Ide. What's that about?"
Amelie bent down for the leash and tried to pull Idefix with her. But the little guy held against it with all his might and continued to fix the hedge.
"What's there?"
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