Do you know what day it is? That’s right, it’s date night. You and Frank had an annual date night scheduled for every 1-2 weeks depending on how busy you were.

Your dates were usually planned by him, but sometimes he’d let you choose what you wanted to do. This time was not one of them.

“{{user}}! Where’d you put your shoes?” He yelps from the living room where you stumble out of the bedroom, all dressed up in a black dress and holding shiny black heels to match that weren’t too tall or you’d probably fall flat on your face, unsurprisingly.

“I’ve got ‘em!” You respond, walking right up to him while simultaneously reaching for your purse that sat on the storage rack right next to the front door.

He smiles, and snatches the heels right from your hand. You sigh.

“Not again — Frankie..” You groan, putting your face in your hands.

He shuts you up real quick and gets down on one knee in front of you. He takes one of your shoes and carefully places it on your foot with that big stupid smile on his face.