Frank's P.O.V

  Frosted glass is really hard to see through. It's a known fact. I think that shape is Gerard, but if its his receptionist, I got it really fucking wrong! Maybe I should just go in, I feel like a peeping tom out here, and people are starting to stare.

   As I walked in, to the sound of the buzzer, I had an epiphany. That random shape was Gerard. Yay I got it right! I stood staring at his arse for a while, before I realised that the arse had turned into a groin and it was moving towards me. 
 
 "Hey Frank. Any news on the painting yet?" He smirked as I quickly lifted my gaze to his face. 
 
 "Hi. Urm, no. My boss is thinking about it. He's not completely sure." I stumbled out and mentally slapped myself. That's a lie! Why did you say that?!

 "Oh, so...why are you here?" He smiled, one eyebrow lifted, a quizzical expression on his face.
 
 "I was just wondering is you wanted to have a coffee with me? What?! What am I getting myself into? "You know, to give me some more background info on the painting and that." I quickly covered myself before he got the wrong idea. 
 
 "Yeah sure. I've got an hour break now anyway." He smiled at me, a million dollar smile that sent shivers down my spine, before grabbing his jacket and following me out. 
  
    As we strolled to the nearest coffee place, our habds brushed momentarily, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. Why am I lusting after this man? I mean, I don't even know him! I was awoken from my thoughts by Gerard pulling me into the coffee shop before I walked straight past it.
  We stood at the end of the queue and I began to feel self-concious, people in Albany seem to be much taller than me. Gerard broke into my thoughts with, 
 
 "So what do you want then?" Oh my god, mental slap. I almost said, 'You.'
 
 "Urm, urm. A coffee?" 
 
 "Yeah, but what sort of coffee?" Patronise me why don't you. 
 
 "Urm, urm, a soya latte, and one of those lemon muffins with the bran sprinkles. They're so damn good!" I finally said something coherent. Yay me!
  I noticed him chuckling under his breath at my last comment. Fucking hell he's laughing at me now, he think's I'm a fool! Oh no. Gerard bought me out of yet another mental rant by saying, 
 
 "Drinking coffee is always better sitting down."
  I watched him walk over to a booth, noticing from my position behind him, that he minced slightly when he walked, just like me. I will lock away that random piece of information in my mind for future reference. I sat myself down next to him, but not to close.
 Awkward silences, I hate them. So, I'll break it.
 
 "Right. It's time for the Spanish Inquisition to come sailing in." I began.
 
 "What the fuck?" Gerard blurted, giving me a questioning look.
 
 "It means I'm gonna ask you some questions you muppet."
 
 "Oh right. Okay. Bring it on." Holy hell, was that a seductive look?
 
 "Do you have a deathly fear of anything?" I asked, a dark look in my eye.
 
 "Don't do that, you look fucking scary. And yes I do." He sat back, folded his arms and smirked at me evily. It made him look kinda cute. 
 
 "So...what is it?" Now who's being patronising Frank?
 
 "Needles." He said shivering slightly, "Hate the things. They're creepy. So what about you?" He said, returning my question. 
 
 "That's easy. Spiders. After watching '8 legged freaks' there was no going back. I still think a giant tarantula is going to attack my house." I said in all seriousness. He stared at me for a minute and burst out laughing. I attempted to look offened and said in a hurt voice, 
 
 "Shut the fuck up Gerard. At least mines more rational than yours." 
 
 "Okay, okay. Point taken. My turn. What's your favourite colour?"
 
 "Pink." I said simply.
  
 "What are you, some sort of pansy?" 
 
 "Yeah, course I am. You knew I was gay right?" He stared at me dumbfounded, but I decided to carry on as if nothing had happened. 
 
 "What about you?" He stared at me blankly for a second, then came a look of realisation.
  
 "Oh," He stuttered, "Orange, because it's a fruit and a colour."
 
 "Random dude, real random." I laughed. 
 
 "Okay, back to me. Who's your favourite band of all time?" He contemplated for a while before answering. Then just as I was getting bored, he came out with, 
 
 "Iron Maiden. No contest. They were the first band I really got into and they broke my rock virginity. So, who inspires you?" He leant back and took a sip of his coffee. I would have done the same with mine, but it had already gone cold.
 
 "Black Flag 'cause they inspired me to learn to play guitar."
 
 "Cool. Okay last question otherwise I'll be late back and Susan'll kill me. Favourite subject at school?" 
 
 "Oh tough one. Probably math." Gerard scrunched up his nose in disgust, reminding me of a bunny before replying. 
 
 "Ew, you strange person why?" 
 
 "It's the same in every country." I said knowingly.
 
 "That's deep man. Did you get that off a bumper sticker?" 
 
 "Yeah, in Hoboken." I said sarcastically. "What about you?" I added.
 
 "Art. Duh." He looked at me strangely.
 
 "Whatever, my brain's not switched on." Gerard looked at his watch, a worried expression on his face.
  
 "Damn, I gotta go."
 
 "Oh okay." I said, starting to get up. He walked around the table to me, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders briefly in a friendly hug.

 "Maybe I'll see later dude." He said walking out of the coffee shop. Lust or not, these butterflies aren't normal.