"Are you serious right now?" Ruth snapped, stopping mid-stride as she glared at Frank. Her dark eyes flashed with frustration, the sharpness in her tone cutting through the crisp night air. "Jealous? You think I'm jealous?"
Frank leaned casually against the lamppost, a smug grin plastered on his face. "I mean, it does make sense," he replied, shrugging. "You've been throwing daggers at me since I mentioned my fiancée; if it's not jealousy, what is it?
"Unbelievable," Ruth muttered, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "You're the most self-absorbed man I've ever met, Frank. I'm angry because you're playing games. First, you flirt with me like it means something, and now you pull the fiancée card? What do you want from me?"
Frank pushed off the lamppost and stepped closer, his grin fal
