Frank (subway surfers) x reader

Chapter 2: Another day

I walk along the New York streets, the tall buildings passing me and the sunshine from the new sunset nearly blinding me. My earbuds in, blocking out the whole universe, I am left to my own thoughts. I think about my day at work, it being more busy than usual due to the holidays coming around the corner. It's been surprisingly colder than I expected, for it only being the first day in December. My job consists of watching how the employees work and doing accountant things. I am basically a manager, but at a higher up level in the company. The restaurant is a fancy one, for it has a French name, so you know it's true.

 My mind wanders to this morning and I bury my face in my hands for a moment. I can't believe how embarrassing that interaction with frank was. And why did he look at me like I wasn't a hopeless case while helping me this morning?

I walk up to the apartment building and start in, walking up the stairs to my floor. He never did answer my question about his job. I mean, he always wears a suit. And I mean ALWAYS. It's kind of suspicious.
"Woah!" I half yell as frank catches me close to his body in the exact same spot as this morning. What a hateful coincidence from god. Thanks, god. 
"You know, we need to stop meeting in the same situation in the same spot," Frank says, laughing a little, the sound making his chest rumble a little, surprising me. I quickly step back, realizing how close we are and how I shouldn't be thinking about his chest. 
"Hey, at least I caught you this time."
I glare at him, but can't keep the face on, slowly smiling and joining in his laughter. I can't help it.
I start walking away, waving a little to say goodbye. He lifts his hand and turns around. Off to home to see Claudia.

The next day I sit on the couch, reading a boring book. Claudia sits next to me, her black hair rubbing against my leg. I look up, bored of my book, and look around at my apartment. It's pretty small, I don't think another person could live in here. My small kitchen is to the left and the door to my bedroom is on the right, it's a comfortable small. I look out the window to see the snow stacking against the windowsill, the flakes falling at high speeds. My phone goes off, the snow warning ringing loudly. I silence it and throw it across the room. Annoying phone, I really don't care about some little snow alert. I gather my blankets around me, pulling Claudia closer. I'm glad I'm rich enough to afford a fireplace because it looks like hell on the New York streets. I close my eyes, ready to have the best long weekend anyone could have, which is full of sleep and getting grub hub delivered to my house. Then all of the sudden, I hear a knock at my front door. I walk over, the knocking getting more rapid and harder.
"I'm coming! I'm coming." I assume the person could be here to hurt me, well, because this is New York City and you have no idea what will happen next. I slowly open the door, prepared for anything. I mean you never know when you'll get murdered, am I right?
I look out the door, and frank sits on the other side of it.
"What are you-"
"I need hel-"
We both interrupt each other. I let him speak first.
"I need to crash at your place for a couple of nights, I got robbed and some pipes broke in my house so there's water everywhere." He rushes out the details. 
What. The. Fuck.