Feliciana blinked when she saw her friend, noticing something unusual about him. "Ludwig, what is that?" she asked the tall man curiously, pointing at the blue flower decorating one of the button holes of his shirt.
The blond followed her gaze towards the flower. "That's a cornflower, Italien. My national flower." He told his friend as she continued to stare at the flower. "It's so pretty~ Why are you wearing it now?" The question, though he knew she would ask about it, left him at a loss for words. It was a silly thing to do really and it was too embarrassing to tell her.
"Is it a special day that you didn't tell me about?" he saw to look of hurt on her face and knew he had to tell her something. Right now. "Nein. Wirklich nicht. I just… saw it while I was walking the dogs… and… It looked pretty?" He inwardly cringed at the lame excuse as he felt his face turn red. Fortunately for him, she was satisfied with the answer and didn't notice his blush.
Ludwig didn't think he could tell her he wore a flower because he liked her and wished to know if she felt the same way. As she began making pasta in his kitchen, which he would have to clean later, he looked down at the blue cornflower one more time and for a second he smiled to himself. Happy the flower still hadn't faded. That was a good sign.
Maybe he should try to talk to her about his feelings. If only feelings weren't so complicated or had a manual. How he longed for a manual to tell him what to do.