You leaned back in her chair, a playful glint in your eyes after teasing him about the most romantic thing he's done for a girl, write a poem.

"You know, for someone who claims to be so cynical, you're surprisingly sentimental."

Frankie shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Just a hidden softie underneath this gruff exterior."

You raise an eyebrow, your gaze lingering on him.

"A hidden softie, huh? I wonder what else is hidden beneath that gruff exterior."

Frankie's blush deepens, this time spreading across his neck. He takes another large gulp of coffee, avoiding your gaze.

"Let's just say there are a few surprises."