#Chapter 71 – A Lunch Date

While Frankie drives us to my lunch shift at Lupa, he doesn’t mention – at all – anything that may or my have not passed between us this morning. I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye, watching for any hint or a sign but… No, there’s really nothing. Frankie’s rather a lock box, isn’t he? I watch him, listening as he chats and jokes, keeping up a casual monologue as he so frequently does, and I wonder passively what other secrets he’s got hidden away in his heart and his mind. If Frankie notices me studying him with particular gravity today, he doesn’t give any sign of it. So I just continue to watch him, half looking for a little slip, half just…admiring the straight line of his jaw as he speaks, the changing shape of his lips. I have to blink out of my reverie when Frankie pulls us to a stop. He looks over at me, smirking. “You all right?” “Fine,” I sigh, looking down as I unbuckle my seatbelt and then back up at him, my hand on the door’s handle. “Just…slept differently