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When you got home there are 8 messages waiting for you from (Friend 1). Of course, you didn’t call her last night. You always called her when you got home from a date. She always had to know how it went. You listened to all the messages and called her. She was going to find out everything anyway.

Now that you stopped to think about what happened this morning, you hoped the neighbours didn’t see anything. Then everyone would know you spent the night at Ludwig’s. Tongues would be wagging.

An hour later (Friend 1) walked through the door.

“Hello ________. So what happened last night? Why didn’t you call me?”

You took a deep breath and said “I didn’t get home till this morning.”

She screamed and ran over to you. “What, Why? I can’t believe it.”

“Don’t get excited, I’ll tell you everything.” She ran to the couch and sat. You slowly followed her. You didn’t want to recount this story but she’d hear it somehow you were sure.

After you told her everything, which took longer than you wanted due to her constant interruptions, she stared at you in silence.

“Well say something.”

“I just can’t believe that happened. Can you really not remember anything from last night?”

“Nope, but I have a feeling I should. Something important must have happened. I was so nervous I
just had too much wine.”

(friend 1) nodded her head. “You are a light weight sweetie.”

“I was just so nervous.”

She put her hand on your knee. “I know dear. Now what are you going to do about this little encounter now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, now that you and Ludwig have had a date, what will happen now?”

“I don’t think he wants to see me again. He was so uncomfortable around me this morning. He
couldn’t even look at me.”

“He was probably just embarrassed at the fact that you slept over. Maybe you should talk to him.”

“About what? He’s not my type.”

“And why is that?”

“He’s not funny, and he’s very…” you paused trying to find the word. “strict.”

“Well he seemed to be romantic last night.” Her eyebrows were raised and she had a knowing smile.

“The man is the furthest thing from what I need.”

“I don’t know, maybe you just need to bring out his fun side.”

“What fun side? The man looks like he wouldn’t know a joke if it came up and danced naked in front of him.”

You both looked at each other for a split second and busted out laughing. You both couldn’t stop laughing and soon you were on the floor holding your sides. Then all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. You both looked at each other and you got up slowly and walked towards the door.

“Coming.” You managed between fits of laughter. You had tears running down your face and your abdomen hurts, but laughing felt good.

You got to the door and placed a hand on the frame to steady yourself as you opened the door. When you opened it you stopped laughing immediately and just stared. Ludwig was at your door. He looked uncomfortable again. After you saw the look on his face you started laughing again. Just as hard as last time. He just stood there confused and awkward.

“Frau, are you alright?”

You managed a nod and try to calm down. You wiped the tears from your eyes and stood upright, breathing deeply to help you recover from the second laughing fit of the day.

“I’m fine.”

“Were you laughing at me?” He almost looked hurt.

“Oh no, the look on your face reminded me of a joke (friend 1) and I were just laughing about. What can I do for you?”

“I was on my way to work, and I realized that you forgot your jacket at my house.”

“Right, I hadn’t even noticed yet, but thanks.” You looked expectantly waiting for him to give it
to you.

“I don’t have it with me now. I remembered seeing it on a hook in my entry way.”

“Oh, well why don’t you bring it over this evening?”

“That would be good.”

“Thanks Ludwig.”

“Thank you ________.”

With that he left your porch and drove away to work.

“Who was at the door?” (Friend 1) pulled herself off the couch and was in the kitchen.

“It was Ludwig. He says I forgot my coat at his place.”

“Ooooooo. This means he has another excuse to see you. How convenient.”

“That’s not what this is. You’re reading too much into this.”

“You have to admit the man is attractive. And he went a long way to thank you.”

“He is attractive, and he is a little bit romantic.” You felt a blush rising on your cheeks.

“You do like him! I knew it.”

“Okay, maybe a little bit. You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t tell a soul. Now I have to go to work. I’ll call you later.”

After (friend 1) left the house is strangely quiet. And you had a minute to take in what happened last night and this morning. What happened? What did he say? Why were you running?

You sat on the couch and close your eyes. You remembered the dinner, and going into the basement with him. You started getting fuzzy around the time the cheesecake came out. You definitely remembered the best cheesecake you’d ever eaten, but everything else was fuzzy. You thought that you touched his hair, and he didn’t pull away. Then some conversation happened. You just couldn’t figure it out. You would have to bite the bullet and ask him when he dropped off your jacket tonight.