"It is no problem," Ludwig replied, averting his gaze to the menu before him.
"What are you doing? We already ordered our food…" you questioned. Ludwig's lips quirked into a brief almost-smile that you had to replay again and again in your mind to make sure it actually happened.
"It is not for me. My friend is a very big fan of pasta, and I am looking over the selection beforehand so I do not have to listen to him go on and on about it."
"Go on and on about what?" A feminine (but somehow still masculine) voice with an Italian accent so thick you almost wondered if it was real for a second. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be? you though to yourself. Glancing over, you took in the man's tan skin, stylish clothes, and brunette hair with the strangest gravity-defying little curl. Yep. Definitely Italian.
"Oh, nothing," Ludwig answered the newcomer, "Have a seat."
The Italian man sat in between you and Ludwig, watching you with an appraising look. "Ve~ I didn't know Luddy h