2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Four

The last bell of the day rung, and Roderich tossed his bag over his shoulder as he weaved his way through students who raced to the door. He stopped at a desk on the far left side of the class in the second row from the back. The girl who sat there looked up from packing her bag as Roderich tapped her desk.

"Hey," he said.

"Hello?" she said and tilted her head.

He touched his chest and shook his head before he offered his hand. "Sorry. Roderich."

She nodded. "Yes. I remember, you said your name at the beginning of class."

He laughed some as he dropped his hand to his side. "True, but I never got yours. What is it?"

"Neddie," she said and got up from her seat. She had a couple of inches on him in height.

"Well, Neddie, can I walk with you?"

She lifted a brown and asked, "What do you want?"

"To walk with you."

She stood quiet and just stared at him for awhile.

Roderich gave her a bright, award-winning smile.

Neddie headed for the exit.

"I can take that as a yes, then?" he asked as he trailed close behind.

She smiled. "Well, if you're going to follow me anyway, then sure."

"I could just follow you, but you might not have responded if I said anything to you."

"So what you're saying is that I've piqued your interest?"

"Something like that, I guess."

She laughed and pushed some of her long black braids over her shoulder. "Alright then. Go on. Strike up a conversation with me."

"Wow, okay," Roderich said before he took in a breath and released it. "You sure are straight forward, huh?"

"Beating around the bush is stupid."

He gave a dry, forced chuckle to her blunt answer. "So, uh, how old are you?"

She crossed her arms behind her head. "You know, it's considered rude to ask a lady her age."

He nodded as a smile played on his face. "Yeah, I think I heard that somewhere before. Would you rather have me guess at it, then?"

She gave him a quick side glance. "I'm a senior."

"So, older than me, taller than me, a little mean, but very cute. I like it."

"Gross. I'm starting to think you have some kind of fetish here."

"You take me to be some weird pervert now?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm not Lutz, alright."

She shrugged a shoulder. "Definitely not. I've talked to Lutz, and he doesn't creep me out nearly as much."

"Ow!" His hand stumbled to his chest and gripped his shirt. "Seriously! That one cut. Deep!"

"Not deep enough, obviously."

He put his hands up. "Look, I just thought you were cute."

"As you've said."

"If you don't like me too, I'm not going to keep pushing."

"You never said you liked me," she pointed out, "You said you thought I was cute— a cheap, one dimensional 'compliment' that I'm sure you use quite freely."