"I had a great time tonight, Roderich! Thank you for inviting me over… But I should really get going." You smiled at your Austrian friend, touching him lightly on the arm.
"Are you sure you can't stay a little bit longer, _____? I was just about to open a new bottle of wine…" Roderich looked pleadingly at you from behind his wire rimmed spectacles.
"Well, I'm supposed to go to my mother's house for dinner this evening… She'll worry."
Roderich took your hand in his, running his thumb along your palm soothingly, "Just a few minutes more…" he pleaded, purple eyes seeming to grow about a thousand times larger.
"My father will start pacing and… you know how he gets."
Roderich nodded, "If you must leave… But at least sit with me a moment by the fire… It's so cold out there."
You bit your lip, thinking. You glanced over to the crackling fire and the bottle of red wine glinting deliciously on the little coffee table, "Oh… Alright. Maybe for just a little while."
Roderich's face lit up with joy and he bounded into the living room, "I'll begin pouring the wine, okay?" he called over his shoulder.
You chuckled, following him and beginning to remove your thick winter scarf.
"Oh God! Look at the time!" you cried, leaping from your seat, "I only meant to stay a few minutes longer…. Now look!"
Roderich chuckled, "It's not so bad… We had a nice chat, no?"
"Look, I really don't have time for this…. I have to leave! Now!" you rushed towards the door, grabbing your scarf and mittens off the table. You were stopped by your friend standing in the doorway. "Roderich, please! My sister will get suspicious… You know what she thinks about us."
"Let her think…" Roderich murmured, pulling you close to him.
"My brother… He's probably waiting right at the door."
"Oh…?" Roderich leaned in very close, studying your lips with his piercing purple eyes.
"Everyone'll talk seeing how late I am already…"
"Let them talk." Roderich slammed his lips into yours, spinning you around and pressing you against the door. You let out a squeak of surprise then melted into his embrace.
Across the street, Roderich's German neighbor Ludwig looked up from his paper, hearing delighted screams and squeals from the Austrian's house.
"Vell… There goes my evening…." He said aloud, turning the page of his newspaper with a sigh and a shake of his head.