FRANKIE
We're sitting in my car, parked outside the bar where Angel left her car. The engine's still humming, and the night air's thick with tension. I can't take my eyes off her, the way the dim lights of the parking lot dance across her face.
She's a gorgeous blonde with a curvy, athletic figure and a radiant glow—the kind of woman who owns the beach in a bikini! I can almost picture those toned legs wrapped around—
“What?” she asks, squinting her eyes, her gaze piercing. I feel my ears burn crimson, caught red-handed ogling her stunning curves.
The girl's absolutely breathtaking—it’s like looking straight into the sun. The sun? Really? I'm surely losing it.
She's looking at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of intrigue and panic. I know she feels it too, this spark between us. She
