My Roommate is Flirtable:
"We're back! Elizaveta cheered as herself, An'na and Felicia came into the living room, shopping bags in tow. Ludwig, who just finished cleaning the kitchen, watch as they discarded the bags from different market stands, and relieved themselves of wayward snow and gloves.
"I love the Markets, they are always so fun and lively," Felicia said, threading fingers through her ponytail. Ludwig watched this with much interest but look away quickly when he caught Elizaveta's smirk.
An'na plopped down on the sofa, removing the scarf from her neck. Ludwig moved to sit on the armrest closes to her. "Everything went well, yes?" he looked at his roommate who rolled tired eyes towards the ceiling.
Felicia bounced over standing closer to Ludwig than he was comfortable with. "An'na has a date!" she said.
Ludwig raised a brow, looking down at the woman who covered her face with her hands, "A date?" he asked.
"It's not a date," An'na mumbled into cold fingers, "I'm not going out with him."
"It was so romantic," Felicia continued, "She dropped her glove and he picked it up for her and told her 'you should remember my name, because I'm going to marry you."
An'na groaned, then buried her face in her lap, causing the hood of her jacket to flip-up. Elizaveta chuckled, coming to sit in the chair. "Tell him what else, Feli. It was really cute."
"Oh right," Felicia grabbed Ludwig's hand with both of hers, "Then he grabbed her hands like this, holding them close to his chest," she demonstrated with his own hands, "Ve, and her face looked kind of like yours does now, all red and flustered. But not exactly like yours because she's darker than you. And then he slipped her glove back on her hand before giving it a little kiss like this,"
Ludwig jerked his hand away, unable to take anymore of this demonstration. His pulse beating out of control and blood was pumping to more places than his hand and head. Felicia blinked at the sudden movement. Elizaveta laughed outright while An'na had managed to curl up into a ball on the sofa.
"He asked me out for dinner. That was so embarrassing," she said and Ludwig took the opportunity to move away from the Italian and stand behind the sofa, "He followed us for the next twenty minutes."
"He liked you," He said, suddenly interested in a piece of lint.
Elizaveta snorted, "You'd know." The women laughed as Ludwig's face darkened to an almost impossible shade of red.
A/N: Poor Ludwig, getting ganged on by the girls! And innocent Feli...don't you know that you can't just press a man's hand to you...err...heart and then try to kiss it! lol