Flower for your thoughts? || Frankie & Drew
Frankie’s smile grew when she saw the stranger’s smile. At least he was smiling and not scolding her, it was always nice to meet someone who was understanding. Frankie was accustomed to people typically being not so responsive to her almost constant optimistic attitude. This was the second time she’d encountered a kind stranger, and hoped that it was a good sign about what this town and it’s residents would be like.
"Yeeeaah," Frankie laughed a little nervously, searching through the few flowers caught in the crossfire. She found one still in tact and held it out for the man. "Here ya go!" She said, holding up a red gerbera. "Oh, I’m okay, don’t worry about me." Frankie replied, sure she might have a bump on her head for a bit, but that was the last of her worries. "What are a few bumps and bruises in the grand scheme of things?" She said, brushing the street dirt from her hair.
When asked about the flowers Frankie looked down shyly. It wasn’t much a secret, but still, the idea of remaining anonymous made the whole thing more fun. “It might be…” She said, subtly nudging her backpack behind her, though it didn’t do much to hide the wild arrangement that still visibly stuck out behind her back. “That depends, do you plan to unmask me?” Frankie asked, trying to bite back her smile.
Drew took the flower with a smile, looking at it for a moment before focusing back on the one before him. "Well, thank you. It's a pretty flower" he smiled.He was still worried nonetheless that she had hurt herself in the crashing, if she needed any medical attention it was best to take her first.
"True, sometimes bumps and bruises may be worth it but it all depends on the situation that is" he nodded, as well dusting his trousers off. When she answered his question he could not help chuckling a bit, she was on this mysterious delivery apparently and it did seem so much fun in the piano man's eyes.
"Unmask you? Well it depends, do you want me to?" he joked chuckling "Though I find it quite obvious now that I saw your backpack, it's full of flowers, how did you manage to get that many?" He was truly amazed, and also admired her for going and spread flowers all around. His fingers twirled the red gerbera between his fingertips, the flower slowly spinning. Now that he got to think it, the flower would do a very good decoration to his jacket's pocket later at work. Suits and flowers were known to match nicely didn't they?
"I'm Drew" the piano man introduced himself with a smile and a hand held out her way, he had learnt time before to only say his first name for saying it completely sounded too formal –and might as well make people look him weird– "Were you heading somewhere?"