'Opening Up' - romantic punisher fanfic. Written by Peaches Watkins.
Getting through my shift tonight was a little difficult as I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I was trying not to think about Frank, who was suppose to be coming in to walk me home.
I wasn't even sure if he was going to show up. Would I be disappointed if he didn't show? He didn't owe me anything and I barely knew the guy.
Yet I was feeling butterflies all day at the prospect of seeing him again.
I kept an eye on the clock, and at 9:00 pm Frank walked through the door, wearing the same thing he was wearing yesterday. His clothes didn't look dirty.
Does he have a closet full of black hoodies and dark jeans? His hood was up but I could see a fraction of his face. It looked like he had a black eye.
After he sat down in the booth I walked over to him "usual sweetheart?" I asked him. I was feeling confident tonight, and I kind of wanted to get a reaction out of him.
He looked up at me, perplexed, and then smirked. "Yeah. Thanks" he quickly glanced at my chest, and then back up at my face. I was wearing a low cut top and I was showing off a little bit.
"Be right back" I stated. I was feeling happy he was here but I didn't want him to know.
He ate his food and I busted his table when he was done. "Thanks", he looked up at me as I picked up his plate and my stomach did a backflip. Frank was so handsome.
His nose was a little crooked, it looked like it had been broken. He had a strong jaw and dark eyes and looking at him made me feel a little flustered.
"No worries" I mumbled as I felt my face getting a little flushed. What happened to all the confidence I was feeling 2 minutes ago. Looking at him made me feel exposed. He was so good looking.
I walked away with his plate and my boss Rose was watching me. As I walked into the kitchen she followed me in. "Who's the hottie?" She asked
I let out a nervous laugh. "Um my neighbour. He's going to walk me home"
Rose raised her eyebrows, "lucky you" she teased. I had worked here a few weeks and Rose always treated me well.
She was kind of a mother figure to everyone here and I appreciated it as I was in a new city with no family or friends.
"It's quiet now, how about you clock off early tonight. I can handle the rest of the night."
"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling a little excited, she had asked me in the past about a boyfriend or husband, and she encouraged me to go out and date, but I was always reluctant.
I don't really like meeting new people. It was hard for me to trust people. I could tell she was trying to encourage me to get to know this new guy.
"Yeah get outta here while you can Emily!" The chef yelled, he was a loud guy and always made me laugh.
"Okay okay thanks guys, see you Thursday. Call me if you need me to come in sooner." I offered as I took my apron off and walked out.
It was Saturday night and I had a few beers waiting for me at home. That was my usual routine. Get home late, have a beer watch some TV, and go to bed. Not very exciting for a 29 year old.
But I was a home body. I liked my peace and quiet.
I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and walked over to Frank. "Hey uh, I got off early, but I don't want to rush you.
Did you wanna order something else?" Why was I feeling so unsure of myself. It was a weird feeling.
"Have you eaten dinner?" Frank asked, looking at me.
I was taken aback by the question "No, I usually just go home and eat toast or whatever and go to bed" I shrugged. A little embarrassed by my routine now.
"Why don't you order something before we go? I could have another coffee, and you should eat." Frank was right I should take better care of myself. "You should get the pancakes".
A smile creeped onto his mouth.
I ordered to go, and Rose wouldn't let me pay. She was horrified when I told her that I didn't eat a proper dinner when I got home after work.
"That's ridiculous, I'm giving you dinner after every shift from now on. Now get outta here you two" she ushered me out the door and Frank let out a small laugh as he followed.
It was cold tonight and I didn't bring a jacket.
When I was getting dressed this morning I was so focused on looking cute but not like I was trying too hard, that I completely forgot to bring a coat.
I was shivering slightly but trying to hide it, we weren't too far from our building and I'll have a hot shower when I get back, I told myself.
Frank looked at me out of the corner of his eye and noticed I was holding my arms.
"Are you cold?" He asked, I could tell there was slight concern in his voice, and the idea that this big handsome guy was concerned about me, even slightly, made my chest feel tight.
"Nah it's okay we'll be there soon" I said, trying to not let my teeth chatter together. The wind was like ice and I felt like an idiot in a tight singlet.
Without a word Frank took off his hoodie and handed it to me. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and I could see how fit he was.
I swallowed hard at the sight of his muscular arms, strong forearms and tight stomach. I took his hoodie off him and put it on. It was big on me, and it smelled really good.
I couldn't point my finger on the smell, but I liked it. The mixture of the warmth of his jumper and the smell made me feel really safe.
"Thank you, I feel like an idiot for not bringing a jacket. I guess I was in a rush this morning" I lied.
We kept walking onward, towards our building, and I realised our time together tonight was coming to an end. I felt a pang of sadness, and wondered if I could invite him in for a beer.
Would it be too much? If he rejected I'd feel hurt. It is late, I don't want him to get the wrong idea either.
Inviting a man you barely know into your apartment at 10:00 at night wasn't exactly 'lady like' as my grandma would say.
I decided the risk was worth it, he was really kind and I wanted to get to know him better. As we walked up the stairs and got to my door, I took his jumper off and gave it back to him.
"Hey, uh, want to come in for a beer?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but some nervousness slipped out with my tone.
Frank thought for a moment, and looked at me, seemingly weighing up his options. It felt like that moment lasted forever, as I'd put myself out there and waited for rejection.
"Sure, yeah" he finally said.
Relief washed over me. I smiled and opened my door and turned the light on. My apartment was small, a loungeroom and small kitchen, one bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.
It wasn't much but it was cosy, and I spent the time to make it my own when I moved in.
Some art hung on the walls, my couch had a blanket draped over it, my kitchen was tidy, and my bedroom door was closed.
I was extremely thankful my bedroom door was closed as I just realised my bedroom was a mess from trying on different casual-but-cute outfits this morning.
"Take a seat anywhere, I'll grab the beers" I motioned towards the loungeroom. Frank grabbed a seat at my small dining table.
"Dont forget to eat dinner" Frank reminded me.
I laughed. It must seem like I can't take care of myself. No jacket in winter. Can't be bothered to eat dinner. Ugh. I really can take care of myself, I've been on my own a really long time.
Frank put his hoodie back on, as I handed him a beer. "Do you mind if I get changed?" I asked, internally kicking myself for how that sounded.
But I was cold and I had been wearing this singlet and jeans combo all day and my clothes had food on them from work.
Frank merely shrugged as he took a sip of his beer. I walked into my bedroom and looked around, I quickly tidied. Why did I care? I thought. You know why, I told myself.
Okay what do I change Into? Something warm and casual. I put on trackies and a hoodie. This will do, I sighed. I was nervous and bad at this.
I walked out and Frank looked at me and laughed, which made me annoyed. Frank noticed my expression and said "sorry I didn't take you for a cloud pajama's kind of woman" and pointed to my pants.
I looked down, "fuck" I laughed. It was dark when I picked out my pants as I was trying to be quick. I had put on my pajama pants, they where blue with clouds on them.
Laughing cut through my nervousness and I sat down across from Frank at the dining table.
"Hey it's late and you're in my house. I wanted to comfortable!" I teased.
"I like them" Frank teased back and we shared eye contact. I opened up my take away from the diner and realised Rose had given me way too much food.
"Hey, uh, you still hungry?" I asked while looking at the mountain of pancakes she had given me.
Frank nodded and I got up and grabbed two sets of plates and cutlery. I dished out dinner for both of us and grabbed Frank another beer.
"Not super healthy sorry" I handed him his pancakes and beer.
"I don't mind. Thank you" he took his food and started eating.