My Roommate is too Friendly:
Ludwig wasn't particularly fond of Mathias' descriptions of his roommate. They weren't derogatory or anything, he just didn't feel right about them.
"She's so different, in a good way." Mathias had said one day, and Ludwig made a face but said nothing. An'na was different in a good way. Ludwig knew this already; he didn't need the man uttering it out loud.
When they had a guys night out, the Dane blurted in his inebriated state, "Dude, your roommate has nice ass. It's like," with his hands he formed two 'C' shapes and held them in Ludwig's face, "Perfectly round and it's just there." The German narrowed his eyes at his long time friend. He wanted to ask how exactly Mathias knew what An'na's ass looked like but refrained from doing so.
He also wasn't fond of how the Dane always felt the need to touch her when they talked. Sure, she laughed at some of his jokes or smiled and nodded when he talked. But Mathias was just too extra and Ludwig found himself sometimes just wanting to pull An'na away from him.
Even now, he was leery of the way Mathias kept bumping his elbow against An'na's arm as they all sat in a booth at the bar. He didn't have to sit so close where their arms touched. Or how when she wasn't looking, he'd stare at her far longer than he should.
"Try my wings," the Dane offered the platter of sauced chicken her way. That goofy hopeful grin on his face has he watched her bite into one and laugh at herself for getting sauce on her cheek.
Ludwig chugged his beer and looked away. An'na had her own wings, damn it.