ASHLEY
Matteo's phone screen continues to light up every few seconds, reflecting against the glass table like a pulse that can't be ignored. At first, I try to pretend I do not notice. We have more important matters at hand, like the designs I am showing him while my fingers glide across MY iPad. I rotate the 3D render of the new concept.
"This is the silhouette I am thinking of. It's sharp at the shoulders, but the fall is intentional. I want it to feel like restraint and release at the same time. You know what I mean?"
He nods sagely, but his eyes flick downward again. His thumb moves fast, typing something but erasing it and typing again.
I stop rotating the screen and all but plunk the iPad on my thighs. A frustrated sigh escapes my lips. Matteo looks up then, finally noticing that I am no longer speaking.
"Sorry," he apologizes quickly. "I did not mean to be rude."
