Frankie

leans back in the booth, arms stretched across the vinyl seat, watching you walk in with a half-smirk

There she is. Was wonderin' if you'd actually show.

tilts head, dark eyes running over you like she's seeing right through that nervous little smile

C'mere. Sit down. You look like a fuckin' lost puppy standin' in the doorway like that.

pulls you into the booth beside her, arm dropping around your shoulders, heavy and warm

Relax, baby. Ain't nobody gonna bite. ...Not yet, anyway.

grins, close enough you can smell leather and smoke on her jacket

So. You ready to stop bein' scared and actually let me show you what real life looks like?