By little siesta, I definatley had not meant the six hour long nap that had actually ended up happening.

Of course, maybe one or two hours was acceptable, but six? I was at a loss to how it even happened. Still slightly in shock, I mulled over whether or not to text Ludwig. As much as I wanted to, tgere was also the whole "waiting game" thing that people were so fond of. I mean, I get not being clingy, but seriously? I wasn't good at games anyway. Reaching my resolve, I picked up my phone and tapped at the screen.

F: Hey, did you get home alright?

I sent the text nonchalantly, but inside I was still giggly and silly. As I waited for a response, my mind began to wander.

Ludwig. Everytime I slept, or daydreamed, it had become about him. He was great! He was... new, interesting, intruiging. But most of all, he was fun. Even though he was kind of awkwardly cute, or a little reserved, or shy, even, he was fun to be around.

A fammiliar pinging sound brought me back to my senses.

L: Yeah. Can we talk later? I'm starting a meeting.

F: Right now?

L: In five minutes.

F: Okay, okay. I'll go away if I can have a selfie.

L: Fine.

As the image popped up on screen, it showed quite a serious Ludwig dressed in a smart looking suit, in a smart looking room with a lot of smart looking people. Even though I could tell that he had sent it hastilly, still he looked good. I noticed, to my pleasure, that Ludwig actually had great cheekbones, and the lighting in the room only ecentuated that.

F: Squad goals tbh.

L: Ah, yes. The joys of co-workers.

F: Wow, you look smart though.

L: It is an important meeting.

F: Am I keeping you? :(

L: No, don't worry. I had a call from our clients stating they're going to be late.

F: Oh, good! Does that mean you'll talk to me more?

L: Prehaps.

F: What's that meant to mean?

L: ;)

F: Did.

F: Did you just.

L: I'm sorry. I think you have a negative effect on me.

F: Whoops! ;) Oh well, you still like me right?

L: You're bearable.

F: Luddy :(

L: Okay, okay.

F: C'mon, say it!

L: I like you.

F: Yay! ;)

L: You're so strange, Feliciano.

F: Good! Normal is boring.

L: Maybe so.

F: I feel like we shouldn't be having such a meaningful conversation over texts XD

L: I'll call you later.

F: Yay! Luddy, you're being so nice!

L: Ah. Not particularily...

L: I've got to go, okay? I'll call you later.

F: Okay! I hope you survive your meeting. :)

I didn't get a reply.

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"What do you mean, 'I'm never getting in a car with you'?" I laughed loudly as I adjusted the phone under my shoulder.

It had come to the point now where I didn't know how long me and Ludwig had been talking for. It had started with a "hey, I said I'd call", and now I had the phone proped underneath my neck as I added more spices into the stir fry I was currently cooking.

"It means what it means! You sound like a terrible driver." The accented voice of Ludwig said through my earpeice.

"Okay, I didn't run over anyone, so therefore I am a good driver."

"That's not how driving works!"

"Well, I bet you're no better."

"I can assure you that I am."

"Well, prove it!"

"Um, how?"

"Come pick me up tommorow from mine at 1:00pm in your car and drive, sì?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Hey! I never said it was a date... it's a friendly outing."

"Fine. But seriously, you own such a flashy car and you honestly dound like you want to crash it."

"My car isn't flashy."

"Yeah, oh gosh I forgot. It's not like you own a bright red ferrari or anything."

"Now you shut your mouth. I have money so what's the point in not spending it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Fair enough."

"Two seconds, I need manuvering for this."

"Kay."

Laying the phone down on the kitchen counter, I served up my stir fry onto a bowl of rice and grabbed a fork out of a draw. Of course, it tasted great, and I meritted myself for my good cooking.

Grabbing my phone, I wandered over to my couch, switching the TV on aimlessley.

"Yo, I'm back."

"Welcome- are you eating?"

"Mmyhhnn... yeah. I am."

"Ah. I see."

"Why, do you miss my cooking? And I only cooked you one thing."

"Ah- I do not."

"Shame, and here I was going to start making dinner for you every day."

"So spiteful, Feliciano."

"Spite is my middle- oh! Do you know what would go well with this?"

"I don't know but I can hear you moving around and- are you opening a drink?"

"Wine, Ludwig."

"Uh, Feliciano."

"What."

"You shouldn't drink alone, you know."

"Why, though? I've done it before."

"Yes, but what if something happened?"

"Like what?"

"If you drank to much and choked, if you drank too much and fell, if you drank too much and made a bad decision-"

"Shh, calm yourself. I'll be fine, relax. I'll be okay."

"Feliciano..."

"What now?"

"Nothing. Just... just tell me each time you get a new glass so I can stop you if it's too much."

"Fine, fine. Besides, it's not like I'm drinking on an empty stomach, I litterally have food right here."

"Mmm..."

"Was that a mm of dissapointment or pleasure?"

"It was an mm of, I want food."

"Then make something?"

"My fridge is basically empty beacuse I didn't get time to do a food shop this week."

"Aww, why did you have no time?"

"Um, I was sleeping on the couch with you after watching Netflix and Disney?"

"Awww. Wait... Did I deplete your food? Are you starving because of me? Oh no, Luddy! I'm so sorry."

"It's fine."

"Order pizza?"

"No."

"Why not? It's so good, with all the dougjy goodness and toppings and extra cheese and mmmm..."

"Yes, and all that doughy goodness and toppings is now circling through your veins and blowing an artery."

"Pretty sure that's not how it works. Anyways, why are you so bothered? You have a perfect body as it is."

"Um, well. I have to stay like that."

"How about you come over and I cook for you?"

"Feliciano! I can't just keep coming around all the time!"

"Well, why not?"

"Because you'll end up getting me to sleep on your sofa again?"

"Well, we can take the bed this time."

"We?"

"Kidding. But seriously, you can have my bed."

"But it's yours-"

"Shh! I don' t mind. Now come on over and I'll cook for you like the good husband I am."

"You're not my husband..."

"Well I do have good food so get your ass in gear!"

"Okay, okay. What's your adress again?"