The moment Frank's face entered my head, my imagination filled with him. I heard a knock on my door.
I swung the door open expecting to see Ray, or possibly a suprise visit from Mikey. Nope, it was Frank. But, not dressed in all black. No knife was in sight.
"You got beer?" His voice was quiet and husky.
"Of course I do." I opened the door wider and brought him inside. He sat on my dark red couch and sighed. I tossed a cold beer into his hand.
"Sorry about lunch. I was just... Not expecting you to be there." Frank mutters.
"It's okay. I wasn't expecting you to be the Frank that Ray highly praised for the past three years." I say with a small laugh.
"You have a stupid name, by the way." Frank says with a grin.
"Yeah, says a robber named Frank." Frank rolls his eyes at my comment and sips his beer.
AN
Filler!
-GROOVYLADY
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