Selina smiled and nodded, listening intently before commenting, "I think you're amazingly interesting to listen to, you're not boring at all. Your father sounds like a good man too, though that does sound difficult, to only see him for a few hours a day."
”Thanks.” Frankie gave her a small shy smile. ”It is hard most of the time, but yeah, he's a good man. Sometimes I worry, though, that he might be working too hard. But I also know that’s just how our lives work in cities and… There's not much we can do about it except learn to live with it.” he explained, subconsciously rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. ”But I don't think I can. That's another reason why I came out here.”
"What kind of job does he do?" She asked, feeling his thumb brush over the back of her hand and enjoying it without mentioning it.
”He’s a mechanic.” he said automatically. ”He works with cars. Fixes just about any problem that someone can have with one… Except for bad driving.” Frankie chuckled at the small joke.
She cracked a smile and nodded again, "From what I know, nothing can fix bad driving besides the person driving."
Frankie laughed at the truth in Selina’s comment and nodded. ”Some people are, unfortunately, just naturally bad drivers and can't change.” he smirked.
"Would you classify yourself as a bad driver?" She asked, semi joking as she let her smile grow.
Frankie shook his head, smiling happily. ”Nope. I'm a great driver. And I take good care of my car too.” he laughed a little. ”Though, every time Cora rides with me, I'm worried she's going to blow out my speakers.”
Selina laughed lightly, nodding, "Your sister likes to listen to loud music?" She nodded and thought of the music that some hikers played as they passed by on nearby trails, at least the music they played out loud.
Frankie gave a small shrug. ”It’s more like she listens to music at very high volume. Neither of us listen to that screaming garbage that some people call music. Honestly, it's like ”where are the words”.” he shook his head, not understanding that how anyone could enjoy that. ”Cora prefers singers like Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande or Beyonce.”
She nodded again in agreement, having heard the scream-like music, "Those singers sound much better to listen to than the no word music."
Frankie shrugged. ”Yeah, I guess so. I mean, they're tolerable but it's just not a favorite of mine.” he admitted. ”I normally like stuff like Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons and a couple of songs by Skillet aren't bad either.”
Selina made a note in her mind to remember the names he had listed, "What type of music do they make? With how intriguing their names sound, the music must be good."
Frankie smiled broadly and nodded, ”Their music is amazing. They're all, what I call, encouraging rock bands but I think they're some of the better ones.” he told her. ”Of course, the classics are hard to beat. Like Kansas, Guns and Roses, or Journey. It doesn't sound quite the same but people still love them.”
"I've heard of some of those," She said, a smile forming on her face. Some of the older bands he had names were bands she had heard and song she remembered.
”I’d honestly be surprised if you hadn't.” he smiled. Frankie knew she lived out here, in the wilds now but pretty much everybody knew those bands even if they didn't realize it. ”Do you have any favorite bands or singers?” he asked.
Selina nodded, thinking for a moment before answering with another smile, "I think my favorite band is the Beatles. The songs I've heard from them are interesting and fun." In reality, she hadn't listened to music in quite a while, or had the chance to hear clips of songs as hikers passed by.
”Nice.” Frankie nodded. ”It’s hard to go wrong with The Beatles.” he smiled looking down for a second finally realizing he was still holding her hand. His face turned bright red as he tried to look casual as he let go and slowly pulled away. ”S-sorry about that.”
Her face flushed when she realized she hadn't let go of his hand either and she cleared her throat, trying to brush it off without revealing that she had liked holding his hand, "It's alright, that was my fault anyway."
He shook his head slightly as he started poking at the fire to keep it from dying. ”No, it's mine. I just… sort of… forgot I was still… Yeah.” he chuckled softly in embarrassment. ”I’m sorry if I crossed a line or anything like that.”
She gave a short laugh as well, turning her face to hide how flushed it was and to muffle her next comment, "You didn't cross any lines though, I liked holding your hand."
If Frankie had been an animal himself, his ears would have perked up at her soft confession. As it was his ears just turned red. He bit his lip to keep from commenting and embarrassing both of them further, though he liked holding her hand too.
Eventually, she turned back and looked at the fire, sure that her flush in her cheeks was mostly gone. Plus, it would be less visible in the firelight.
He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the rest of the awkwardness. ”So… How did you manage to join your current pack? Ya know, after… what happened to your blood family.” he asked, genuinely curious and a bit desperate for a change of conversation.
"Oh," She said, a little surprised by his question but happy to be breaking the silence anyway, "Mostly luck, I suppose. After my brother…you know…I continued to wander around the city we were in, eventually finding someone who claimed they were like me. I trusted them and they said they knew a place I could find a home. They were helpful enough to drive me out to this park and introduced me to the Alpha, who thankfully accepted me. I've been here ever since. I've also simplified the story quite a lot, it wasn't really that straightforward." She finished, shrugging and leaving it up to him if he wanted to push for more details.