He's a strong man. Tall and well built. Blue eyes, Aryan, and had his sight locked on me. He's rare, and probably has an opinion about everything but has the ability to sit quietly instead of entering a debate. He stays near always keeping an eye out if I need him. I hired him as my body guard after a drunk topless friend kept hitting on me.

He's feared and respected in the group. His life is an entire mystery. No one really knows what he does. We believe he lives a life very similar to Fast and the Furious. He's conscious about his appearance and drives classic cars. He wears large gemstone rings and always has a gold chain around his neck. He was a character. And I love characters.

I also love his hand on my waist.

"All I know about Frank is he cares about his looks and likes cars, other than that he's a complete mystery. But around you he opens up and is very talkative. It's like you two always find something to talk about. And that's something I've never seen before, and I've known Frank for years." Molly said as we circled Jacks Fruit Market. I loved talking to Frank, mostly making him tell me exciting stories about his life.

("Dan told me you jumped off a second story roof to escape danger." Frank disagreed and I made a disappointed face.

"It was three stories." Frank without missing a beat. My face lit up in amazement.)

Now I jump for my phone when I get a text, and I can't wait to go to game nights and bon fires. He usually never showed up until at least 10:30pm but now he gets there while it's still light out. People are amazed and do their chant: "FRANK THE TANK! FRANK THE POPE!"

He opens a beer and sits, not by me, but just behind, ever in his watchful eye.