My Roommate is avoiding me:
An'na wasn't home the day after New Years. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. To say that Ludwig was worried was an understatement, but he could understand her distance.
When he finally did catch her right before she left out of the door. She answered him curtly without meeting his gaze, "I'm going by Daniel."
He didn't try to stop her. He didn't pry. He didn't do anything because he felt the awkwardness too.
But when he came home from work one night and smelled what he assumed to be tacos cooking, Ludwig was relieved that she's stayed home.
