Freya has a hard morning at work. Her computer crashes twice, and she spills coffee on her shirt.
弗蕾娅在公司度过了艰难的一个上午。她的电脑死机了两次，她还把咖啡洒在了衬衫上。
At noon, she walks back to her desk after a long meeting. She stops and stares at her desk.
中午，开完一个很长的会，她走回自己的办公桌。她停下脚步，盯着桌子看。
A small paper bag sits next to her keyboard. Inside, she finds her favorite pastry from the bakery down the street.
键盘旁边放着一个小纸袋。打开一看，里面是街那头面包店的、她最爱吃的点心。
There is no note, but Freya knows who left it. Only one person remembers her favorite pastry: Rowan from the design team.
没有留纸条，可是弗蕾娅知道是谁放的。只有一个人记得她最爱吃的点心：设计组的罗文。
She walks over to his desk with the bag in her hand. "Did you leave this for me?" she asks.
她手里拿着纸袋，走到他的办公桌旁。“这是你留给我的吗？”她问。
Rowan looks up from his computer and smiles. "Maybe," he says. "You looked tired this morning."
罗文从电脑前抬起头，笑了笑。“也许吧，”他说，“你今天早上看起来很累。”
"That's really sweet," Freya says. "Thank you." She feels her face turn a little warm.
“你真贴心，”弗蕾娅说，“谢谢你。”她觉得自己的脸有点发烫。
"It's just a pastry," Rowan says, but he looks pleased. "I remembered you like the ones with the orange filling."
“只是一块点心而已，”罗文说，不过看得出他很高兴，“我记得你喜欢橙子馅的那种。”
Freya sits on the edge of his desk. "Do you want to share it?" she asks.
弗蕾娅坐在他办公桌的边上。“你想一起吃吗？”她问。
"I already ate mine an hour ago," Rowan says with a laugh. "But I'll watch you eat yours."
“我一个小时前就把我那份吃掉了，”罗文笑着说，“不过我可以看着你吃。”
Freya laughs and opens the bag. She breaks off a piece and eats it slowly. She stays right there at his desk.
弗蕾娅笑了，打开纸袋。她掰下一小块，慢慢地吃着。她就一直待在他的办公桌旁，没有走。
