Frank (subway surfers) x reader

Chapter 5: 5 hours

"So this thing is gonna take five hours to marinate?" I ask frank, who's currently reading the instructions in the cook book that did not somehow get wet from the snow in franks apartment.
"This thing is beef for tamales and yes it will." He retorts, leaning on the counter in between us. "This will be the best dish you have ever had."
Good thing we started so early then.
"How do you know that?" I say, leaning towards him.
"My grandmother made it all the time when I was little. A recipe passed down generation to generation." He says. He sounds nostalgic, almost sad.
I grab the sides of his face and say, "Well, we will be continuing that."
"Oh? You mean we'll pass that down to our kids?" He says with a huge ass annoying smile.
"That's not what I meant!" I say and I can feel the blush all over my face. I push his head away and cover my hands with my face.
"Should we start planning names darling y/n?" He says .
"I could punch you right now." I say back, still hiding my face. "Let's start making this thing."

We spend the next two hours preparing and making the tamales. Frank teases me the whole 120 minutes.

"Ok, so now that we've started marinating the meat and weave prepared the rest, we have some free time." Frank says. I walk over to the vinyl player in the living room and turn on some random album that was already on the player. I answer Frank's questioning gaze.
"To fill the space with something." I shrug. The album just happens to be Frank Sinatra. And of course it's his romance songs.
"Trying to seduce me y/n?" He asks. I just look away from him. When I look back at where he was he isn't there. Instead he is standing right in front of me with his hand outstretched.
"Y/n, may I have this dance?"