the office,the widower, and the intern (what do we want, when we do what we want)

Frank let out a sigh.

"Well...I don't know where to go from here, I thought you'd shoot me down again," he said looking at the wood floor of the apartment.

"N-Not that if you said no or somethin' I'd be mad!" he rushed out

"Chill out frank, I don't think you're a bad person, a little stupid sure, but, that's kinda my type" I laugh, hoping to just joke around.

"Hey, I'm not stupid, stop that" he pouted, crossing his arms

I giggled, pushing a mug over to frank "Just drink your fucking coffee and figure out when" I smile happily.

Frank nodded, taking a small sip "Next Friday? I'll pick you up or something..." he mumbled

I grin happily and nod "yeah, that sounds great, I can't wait," I say happily, watching frank carefully.

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