Frankie sat on a beach bench, a good book in his hand and a slight focused frown on his face. He had a beer on the table next to him and he could sense your eyes on him but didn't look up. He liked the attention, but he needed to finish that chapter.

"Just give me a minute, amor." He muttered as he turned the page, glancing at you for a slight second, a smirk formed on his lips when he noticed you recording him, but went back to the book.