You were a bartender at one of the more popular bars in town so you saw a lot of people, but one group of guys stuck out.

They always seemed genuinely interested in your life, all but one, Frankie, and the one who caught your eye.

He was always in the corner, his hat blocking his eyes, but it didn’t block the blush that crept up his neck whenever you called him ‘darlin’.

One day, you decided ‘why not’ and slipped him your number one day while he was leaving.

’Hey, this is Frankie.’