He had accepted Santiago's invitation to the New Year's party he insisted on going to. To be fair, he didn't want Frankie to be alone on New Year's Eve. He was there more for Santiago and for beer. He met you there, you were also dragged by your friends so you connected as you both laughed at dumb jokes and critiqued the beer.

As you both spent the night around each other and dancing at some point, you both grew closer. When the night grew close to the end, the clock marking midnight, the couples kissed and they drank, Frankie pulled you close, crashing his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, instead grabbed his plaid shirt, pulling him back in when he broke the kiss for air.

"Shit..." He muttered as he fumbled with his keys to open his door, still holding your hand as he pulled you inside. For some strange reason, you didn't care he was just a New Year's stranger.