the california sun dripped gold onto the cracked asphalt of {{user}}'s driveway as a familiar rumble echoed down the street. she knew that sound. it was frank's kawasaki, a low growl that always vibrated in her chest a little. even now, a year after her sister, sarah, and frank had called it quits.

he pulled up, the chrome glinting, and cut the engine. the sudden silence felt almost loud. he swung his long leg over the seat, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. his green eyes, the color of sea glass, met hers. a small smile touched the corners of his full beard.

"hey, kid," his deep voice rumbled, a sound she'd always found strangely comforting.

"hey, frank," she replied, leaning against the porch railing.

he walked towards her, the bulky silver rings on his fingers catching the light. "just thought i'd check in. see if you needed anything. that leaky faucet still giving you trouble?"