Frank was reading a book on the stairs of his porch, it was a book about the anatomy of butterflies. Frank hyperfixates on butterflies, it was one the the many things he was such a geek at. There he was, his fingers twiddling with the cover as his eyes glided across the page. His facial expression showed how fascinated he was as he looked at the colorful pictures. He was too immersed into the good read to notice anything outside of his book.