“Where the hell are you?” (Name) snapped “I’ve called a billion freaking times!” she let out a growl of frustration and ran her hand through her hair, switching her phone off. It was raining, it was cold and she was alone. Now what? Should she just keep walking? She had no other choice. She grabbed her suitcase and hauled it after her, trying not to let the bitterness in her mind cloud her judgement.
She had called Ludwig at least 10 times yet every time she called, it switched to voice mail. Which meant only one thing, he had forgotten. And at the moment he was probably watching TV, or out with his friends. And now she was left to somehow find her way to Berlin. Ludwig was supposed to have come to pick her up an hour and a half ago. At first she thought he might not be responding because he was driving but now she thought otherwise.
She cursed him for the hundredth time and dragged her suitcase onto the road. She didn't get him. She didn't get him at all. Sometimes he acted like the most chivalrous man she had ever met, and other times it seemed like he completely forgot she existed.
The thought made her eyes water, and she did not want her eyes to water, especially not because of a man. No, she was stronger than that...but- she had the right to cry, why not? Why did it show she was weak? No. It showed she was human, yet still she didn't let herself cry and instead gritted her teeth and walked on.
It took an hour to walk to the town centre where she looked for someone to calli. Though she was still angry, she couldn't help but marvel at the country's beauty. The roads were bigger, the streets seemed cleaner, the air felt fresher. There was a small bakery, it seemed, at every side of the road selling the most amazing smelling rolls and biscuits and she walked in. But at the moment, she had no euros and she needed a hotel, she wasn't here to by herself a biscuit.
"Entschuldigung! (Excuse me)" she called, the old man behind the counter turned to her with a warm, grandpa like smile.
"Was kann ich für Sie tun? (What can I do for you)" he asked.
"Wie komme ich nach zum Hotel? (How do I get to a hotel)" (Name) asked, staring at the rain that was dripping off her, crating puddle where she stood. "Das am nächsten gelegene Hotel( the closest hotel)" she added.
She knew that the bakery owner could tell she was not from here. Her German was formal, extremely formal, and he shot her a sympathetic smile.
"Geradeaus und Nach rechts (straight ahead then turn right)" he said slowly, so that she understood.
"Danke" she cried and ran out.
It was lucky for her that the hotel at a currency changing machine. She thanked the receptionist, took her key and dragged her suitcase up the stairs. Her feet were aching and her body was screaming for a bath. She finally reached her door, locking it behind her, and fell onto the bed for a while. Then she stood up, pulled her jacket off and made her way to the bathroom. She deserved a lng bath.
An hour later she was sitting on her bed, staring at the coffee and doughnut in front of her. She had turned on the TV, but there wasn't one channel she could find which wasn't showing off valentine gifts or romanitc movies, at the end she settled with tellitubbies.
Then her phone rang.
(Name) stared at it for a good few minutes, her eyes drilling into the name. 'Ludwig'. Let him wait. It would do him some good. She turned back to the TV, yet her mind wasn't focusing on Lala's missing ball. The ringing finally stopped and (Name) stood up, marching over to the freezer. She selected he ice cream of choice and slouched back to the couch. She cursed Ludwig, sat down and took a spoonful of the ice cream. Because she was extremely healthy.
The phone rang again.
(Name) ignored it, and stared blankly at the TV screen, stuffing her mouth with the ice cream, trying to ignore her phone. It stopped. She stared at it, wondering if she should throw it in the fire.
It rang again. And again, And again.
(Name) picked it up.
"(Name)! I was getting worried" Ludwig's voice came through.
(Name) snorted in reply, she could almost see the confused look which Ludwig would wear at her extremely lady like snort. He would probably be trying to think of what he might have done, forgetting that he had completely forgotten.
"I was getting hopeful that you had died" she said finally.
"What? Hey are you watching tellitubbies?" Poor Ludwig sounded alarmed, surprised.
"Don't you what me" (Name) spat, there was a shocked silence on the other side but she didn't care. "You forgot to pick me up! I was waiting at the airport for one and half bloody hour and you STILL didn't pick up! DO you even know how many bloody times I tried to call you!? What were you even doing!? Planning a surprise party? Because it seems like you completely forgot I was even coming you stupid pig!" she was pacing around, her sight was getting blurry and her ice cream sat forgotten on the carpet. "Because of your stupidity I had to walk a bloody hour!" she yelled "And now you call?" there was a minute's silence whilst (Name) caught her breath "You know what's even worse?" she said and was sad to find her voice shaking "It's Valentines day. I bet you've forgotten about that too haven't you? And here I am, sitting here with your present whilst you're probably out with your friends. Pat your back well done Ludwig. I hope you die"
And then she hung up.
(Name) woke up, she sat up and stared at her surroundings for a minute. Oh yes. The day before's events came tumbling in her brain and she slumped back in her bed.
She couldn't be bothered thinking about it. A little part of of her brain said she might have been too harsh, he was human after all and humans forget. But not something like this the rest of her brain said. What if you look out the window and he's standing there with roses in his hands? Said the first part of her brain Then I'd ask him if he's forgotten how to use the stairs, or the doors and dump water over his head. Oh, and I don't like roses replied the rest of her brain.
Se dragged herself up finally and pulled on a jumper. It read 'I left my designer clothes at home' which was a lie, just like her relationship with Ludwig.
Ah. Such happy thoughts
She changed her jumper, the words on it suited her mood more. 'Beware, I eat my victims for breakfast' and in smaller writing (with waffles).
She pulled her hair into a bobble and stared at the ice cream on the table before making her way to the bathroom. 5 minutes later she was back out, yawning very gracefully (not)
Stupid Ludwig. She cursed him again. But now, for more important things. What did she want for breakfast?
Ludwig's head on a plate with an apple in his mouth...
She sniggered to herself.
Before she could make herself anything, the door bell rang.
Maybe the bill? To make her morning better.
She slouched over to the door, not caring that she might make the service guy scream because of the state of her hair, and opened it. There was no one there. Stupid kids.
Must have played a prank. She closed he door again and grumbled to herself. She wondered for a second if she could hunt down the children and have them for breakfast. It would surely make the world a better place.
The door bell rang again. (Name) cursed to herself and ran to the door, opening it with a bang and getting ready to ill some tiny twerps. Instead she found-
The service guy. He looked terrified anyway, like he knew she wasn't in a good mood. His eyes lingered on her jumper and he gulped. "Your recepit ma'am' he squeaked. Oh, he also knew she couldn't be bothered hearing German. Clever man.
She gave him what she thought was a nice smile, took the receipt and closed the door. She glanced at it for a second and put it down.
She picked it up, finding her heart rate had increased and read over the first line. 'Suite for 2'
2? There was only one person here. Her! Unless-
(Name) grabbed rod beside the fireplace and walked slowly to the Kitchen.
She could smell waffles.
Normally smelling waffles was a good thing. But not today. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second- then flung the door open. Preparing to attack.
The person yelled and jumped back a meter, nearly knocking over a plate of fresh waffles, chocolate sauce, a dollop of icecream and-
It was Ludwig.
"HOW DID YOU GET IN!" (Name) yelled, her heart rate was returning to it's normal rate.
"I...I told the receptionist that we were-" Ludwig looked scared. There was chocolate on his face and his eyes were bigger than she had ever seen.
"And she let you in?" (Name) asked, shocked. Ludwig gave a guilty shrug. (Name) stared at him for a while and her eyes narrowed in realization.
"You used your police badge"
Ludwig mumbled to himself ,
"I could get you sacked for that"
His eyes went wider.
There was a minute's silence.
"This is great, I was planning to have your head for breakfast!" (Name) said cheerfully, breaking the silence.
"(Name) I'm sorry" Ludwig said, trying not to back away "And I know- I know, that's a stupid thing to say after what I've done, but what else can I say?" he looked flustered.
(Name) stared at him for a while.
"You could have been with someone so much better-"
"Me?" (Name) looked shocked "Ludwig there were girls begging you to marry them!" she scowled.
"But I wanted to marry you" Ludwig cut in "Because you're weird and funny, and interesting and one of he scariest people I know"
"You're just flattering me now" (Name) sniffled.
"This'll never happen again, I swear" Ludwig said. He pulled out a bouquet and half threw it at (Name).
"A bouquet of doughnuts!" (Name) marvelled at the bouquet in front of her.
"I didn't think you'd want roses"
(Name) was quiet. "Fine" she said finally "But only because I like your chocolate waffles"