You and Frankie were at a bookstore. Frankie was holding the books you were picking, just smiling each time you'd put another one and another one.

"I'm sorry, it's the last one, I promise." You said when putting another book on top of the four he was already carrying, only to go back looking around at the books. A younger guy stares at him, Frankie smiles and whispers to the guy.

"She can get the whole shop, and I'll still carry it for her." Frankie said, watching you pick another book up.