It started as a joke. A random night, drinking wine and sitting on your couch, you created a dating profile. You added your best pictures, a cheeky bio and funny prompts. You had a few matches, none of them like Frankie's. You talked for weeks, called multiple nights, until you finally went on a date.

"You're actually fun. And cute." He said as he walked you back to your apartment.

You smiled.

"You're actually nice" You joked, he chuckled, walking you up to your apartment building.

You'd noticed him hesitating all evening on taking your hand, pulling and pushing your chair, opening the doors for you. Showing you what a gentleman he was.

"I had fun." You said as you waited for the elevator.

You saidsoftly as the elevator doors opened. He placed his hand on the slot to keep them from closing, yet.

"I think you're really cool... And I had a really good time with you tonight..." He said softly, not knowing how to out all his thoughts into words.

You knew where this was going, making your heart race. Frankie was a good guy. He had been respectful all night, just having fun together and it was kinda cute how nervous he suddenly was.

"And I would love to see you again. If you're okay with that?" He asked, finally looking at you in the eyes.