It's a frankflex.

She saw broody brows. Sort of. It counts. The rest of her week is going to be a great one. Like when the groundhog see's it's shadow. 🦋

She wasn't sure 𝐡𝐨𝐰 many seconds had passed before blinking back to reality. Thank her lucky stars he's a proper 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭. That's 𝐛𝐢𝐠 power he's harnessing "Big one. Question 𝐢𝐬, where and when. It'll be a surprise." She'll catch him at the coffee bar.

Her eyes 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 over, going soft. 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 by his voice saying 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 to her... 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, he has an affect on 𝐡𝐞𝐫 too. "Now I want the dinner experience. Which means you'd have to 𝐰𝐢𝐧, by me not being able to keep my hands off 𝐲𝐨𝐮…"

"The 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 was high, wanted to warn you." Smiles 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 at him when his smirk fades to serious broody. "Yes, sir." Her voice is serious, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. "Just keep your distance then."

Nods her head, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 at him. Never. 𝐍𝐨 cheating. 𝐍𝐨 loophole. "It wasn't 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 until now. I may 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 and fall into your lap. Or 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 into you. I'll 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 my step."

An 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 to prove him wrong? With her competitive nature? 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. Not being able to touch him is a loss, but that's 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲. "I won't break the rules. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 you should know i can be clumsy."

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 —— 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.

"You've got 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 a deal. What are the rules? What if we reach for the same cup and our fingers 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐞? Is it zero 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 and for how long?"

"𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 by an attractive woman doesn't sound so bad. What would you like? A trophy maybe? Bragging rights? 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 it, it's yours."

"Challenge 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝. I promise to keep my grabby hands to myself. You can buy me coffee 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 I win."

He's 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝... Why does he 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 look so good? "Frank, are you 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 I have no self control?"

"And I can't 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 to keep my hands to myself, Frank." Her view of him is 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

"Why are you all the way 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 there, looking like that?"