Slipping into the unknown

Mahi Mahi

<quick note... HEY guys! I know it's been a looong time and I apologize for that but I've been on vacation and I'm having extreme issues connecting to the WiFi in this place...but hey it's a chapter! :)
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Walking up the stairs from Franks car, I kept thanking him profusely for driving me. As I dug in my pocket for the keys to my apartment, Frank grabbed my arm gently, dragging my attention from my pocket and up to his gorgeous, hazel eyes.

Locking eyes with him, I felt my face flush once I received the feeling as if he was reading my soul and could u swear s anything and everything I was thinking.

I found it amusing, his face. As the thought ran through my mind he smirked at me. Either coincidence or fate, I was amused.

"Would you like to have lunch in my apartment with me?" His eyes flashed devilishly as he spoke, beckoning me to agree to his request.

"Su-ure," I smiled timidly at him. As I opened my mouth to speak again, the cheeky bastard most likely already knowing I was going to have a but. "as long as I can change out of this monstrosity of a uniform."

As the words left my mouth, he smiled understandingly. "You look gorgeous either way sugar, but that's valid. You were in it for a few hours, not necessarily by choice either. Just please don't take too long."

Puppy dog eyes jutted out at me in that moment, soon followed by his bottom lip. Having it protruding more, it made his old lip piercing hole more noticeable. I awed silently at the thought of him pouting with it in.

Is opening the doors at the same time, I raced inside mine; eager to get changed and see Frank ASAP. I changed into my oversized Broadway sweatshirt, and left my jeans on.

I scolded at myself mentally for almost wanting to call or for Duke, only then remembering that he was with Pete. I made a mental note to ask Pete if he's contacted Bren at all.

Heading towards my apartment door, I glanced in the mirror. The library, where my next job was, luckily had to uniform or required clothes except it had to be appropriate (aka no dicks or swear words). I figured what I was wearing was fine, only being a black sweatshirt with fancy lettering saying Broadway, and two masquerade masks.

Hurrying from the mirror before I could catch anything wrong with my outfit or myself, I hissed in pain when my hip slammed into my granite counters corner. I brushed it off grabbing my phone and left for Franks. Locking the door behind me, I double checked that it was indeed locked, and knocked on Franks door.

It seemed to open as I knocked, and heard a muffled reply saying come in. I walked in tentatively, wondering to where he could be.

Hearing shuffling from the kitchen, I saw Frank standing in front of the open fridge, digging around for something. Through his shirt, I could see his back muscles tense and relax as he moved his arms around frantically.

"You look gorgeous as ever." Startled, my head shifted its gaze from his back to the back of his head, wondering how he could even see me. As he spoke, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I scoffed under my breath slightly. Oddly enough, as I did his head tilted to the side, his right ear becoming more visible through his hair.

The small action reminded me of my grandma and how when someone spoke to her, she'd tilt one of her ears more towards the person speaking. I then told myself this wasn't he time to be thinking about her when I'm with Frank.

Realizing that he must've heard the scoff that I meant but failed to keep in my head, I quickly responded verbally, "Sure, thanks."

Closing the fridge's doors, I saw he had asparagus in his hands, and a furrowed look on his face. Placing them on the cutting board, he began chopping them in a frustrated manner.

"Please, sit down anywhere." He looked down for the most part of his words, but looked up to give me a small smile that didn't unfurl his brows.

"The island fine?" I asked while gesturing to the bar stools on the empty side of the island.

He continued to smile at me and replied sure.

"So," Thinking he was going to lecture me on the scoff that I released earlier, I silently groaned at the thought. "Did you believe me? Or has someone told you otherwise? And before you ask, no this isn't a lecture or my fatherly tone of voice, I'm simply just making conversation."

My eyes widened slightly. My assumption to where the conversation was heading was right. "Sure I believed you, everyone had their own opinion that they have a right to."

His eyebrows furrowed even more if possible upon hearing my statement. I wouldn't go as far to say he was angry, although that could be quite cute with his stature, but just irritated. Before he could open his mouth, I hoped he would just accept my answer and drop the subject.

Much to my surprise, he smiled at me in an understanding way, a touch of sympathy in my eyes. If anyone else were to have done that, I would've scoffed and rolled my eyes at their sympathy but I let Frank do it.

"Ok... do you like Mahi Mahi?" (A kind of fish that great if you haven't heard of it before)

"Of course! Haven't you heard what they've said about it?" I grinned sheepishly at him, hoping he's heard it before so we could agree on it, and also hoping he hasn't so I could be the one to tell him.

"No, I don't think I have. Mind telling me the slogan sugar?" He smirked at me. I was laughing internally at the slogan, although it isn't that funny.

"Mahi Mahi, the fish so good they had to name it twice." While speaking, I framed my hands to move along with the words of it were on an invisible sign. Laughter was most likely evident in my voice, but I didn't care. I know the joke isn't the greatest, but I still enjoy it and fine it comedic. It was probably so comedic to me from hearing it for the first time from a Jamaican man told it to me, as a way of convincing me to buy some.

Frank giggled when hearing that, looking back down at his food to finish preparing it. "That's so true! Where did you hear that from?"

Myself, still embarrassingly laughing under my breath, answered him. "I heard it on a vacation one time from a Jamaican man convincing me to try it and then soon buy some. I, as you can probably tell, tried it and have loved it since."

Feeling slightly embarrassed from the not really funny joke that I seemed to love anyways, I stopped laughing; biting my lip to almost ensure that I stopped.

Continuing to watch Frank, his jaw clenched as I hit my lip, figuring it was from his hand hurting or something else, I continued to do it.

"Do you need help cooking anything? I feel guilty with you already driving me here and not feeding me too." I looked down at my hands, playing with them to distract myself.

"Of course not beautiful. I'd love to drive you anywhere you'd please." Still looking down, I blushed once hearing that.

<Thoughts? I once again apologize that it's been so long, and I'm even typing this is the airport because I'm so bored 😂. Anyways... thank you for reading! Please comment your thought and feelings about this and what you think will happen. Laterz!>