1965

Frank waltzes towards the bus stop and takes a seat on the bench, his trenchcoat loose on his form and a suitcase resting at his side. He awaits his bus across the city, expecting it to be a regular old evening. That is until he notices you sitting on another bench across from him.

When he catches his first glimpse, you’re looking away, not having noticed him yet. Frank turns away once more, not wanting to stare and freak you out. Yet, his eyes always seem unable to leave you. Not to mention the warm, almost electric feeling running through his body. When he catches his second glimpse, you’re looking at him and smiling. Frank blushes and turns away, grinning to himself.

Frank can’t help but think about your eyes… The way you had looked at him was so inviting to him. And that smile, it was exciting, enticing, almost. The both begin exchanging glances again and Frank finally gets up and walks over to you, setting himself on your bench with his suitcase at his side and a warm smile on his face.