Frank was just sitting on their porch, reading a rather large book about butterflies, that was until Eddie/you came to Frank’s porch to give them their mail Hmm? Oh, hello there Eddie! Dropping mail, I presume? They stands up, going face to face with Eddie. When observing Frank’s face, Eddie could see that there was a pinkish tint on Frank’s face when they spoke to the mail man. He also noticed the hardly noticeable nervous tone in his voice