A tale of 2 Frankies, chapter 1
Erin was strolling down the streets of Oakland. She was a local girl who liked to party and all that fun stuff. She was well known. On this fabulous winter morning she was in her hoodie and rugged up in some nice jeans.
Erin walked past some shops in one of the main streets. She settled herself into Starbucks and had a coffee. She liked coffee. Once she finished her coffee she ventured down the street once again to do her personal shopping. Walking to the corner store first, she picked up some essentials then made her way to the fruit mart. Once done there she went to the bakery and so on. The last shop she went to was the Butcher shop.
She trotted off into the shop. She examined the meats closely. She was looking at them all ever so closely that she didn't notice the man standing behind the counter in front of her.
"Excuse me miss..."
Erin looked up at the small man standing behind the large glass contrapment that contained all the meats. He stood there flashing a small grin staring at her with his ocean blue eyes.
"He is adorable," she thought, keeping her thoughts to herself. But somewhere in the back of her mind she knew him from somewhere but couldn't picture well.
"Oh well, it will come back to me."
She stood up straight and spoke, "Uhh just looking for the moment. Is Allan in? You're new here, aren't you? I don't think I have ever seen you work here before."
Before he could speak she interrupted him and extended her hand out to him for a hand shake.
"Hi I am Erin. A regular to this shop," she laughed. "And you are?"
The cute little man spoke, "Hi I am Tré!" He shook her hand. "And..."
"FRANK!" A voice bellowed from the back of the shop.
"Err coming." He looked at Erin. "Err sorry, Allan just called me..." And he scooted off to the back.
Erin chuckled to herself.
Moments later Tré came back.
"Sorry about that."
"Not a problem. But do tell me."
"Yes?"
"I thought your name was Tré?"
"Well it is. Actually it's my name after I changed it."
"So your birth name is Frank?"
"Correct! I am Frank Edwin Wright the third. But I changed my name to Tré Cool!"
"Interesting changes," Erin said while studying his strong built figure.
"Yeh," he nodded bobbing his head. "So what can I help you with today?"
Erin chuckled. "Well Mister Cool, Tré, Frank. Whatever do I call you? I am very low on some frankies at the moment."
Tré chucked. "Are you referring to frankfurts? Want to know something interesting?"
"Well I have to know now you mentioned it. What is so interesting?"
"I was born in Frankfurt, Germany."
"Oh, so you were born in a large Frankfurt?" she smiled deviously.
"Oh. Would you have liked me to be born in one?" he grinned back at her.
She laughed this time. "No no... so show me the grand tour of frankfurts."
"My pleasure me lady. I like to call them Frankito's."
"Frankito's?"
"Little franks!" he explained.
"Ohhhh. Right! Got ya!"
Tré winked at her. "So over here we have little franks, medium franks, and large franks. Pick your size."
"Oh I don't know. What size shall I pick? Can I have a try of one of your little franks?" she giggled.
Tré stood there a little bit stunned. "Sure."
Putting on his gloves, Tré reached into the glass cabinet and pulled off a little frank from the rest of its members that it was attached too. Tré reached over the counter and handed it to Erin.
"Here you go Ma'am."
"Thank you kind sir!"
They both shared a small smile.
Erin took a large bite of the small Frankfurt. Tré looked closely as she bit down. Tré himself was beginning to feel a little uneasy so he turned away.
Erin spoke after downing the last bit of the Frankfurt.
"They were nice. Can I have one kilo of them please?"
Tre smirks at Erin, and then scoops up a lot of Frankfurt's, placing them on some scales. When satisfied with the measurements of the lot he wraps them up in paper and hands them to Erin. He asks her if she would like anything else and she declines so she pays him.
"Thank you very much, Frank."
"You're very welcome, ma'am."
Erin winks at Tre, then heads out of the store with a huge smile.
"See you again, tell Allan I say 'Hi,'" she calls out as she walks out the door before carefully shutting the door behind her.
So there was Tré left within the shop, left speechless. He had just met a very flirtatious girl of whom he flirted with without knowing it. Suddenly he was broken from his thoughts when someone was tapping him on the shoulder from behind giving him quite a fright. Tré jumps as the old man chuckles from behind him.
"Give you a scare, did I, young lad?"
Tré nods a little before eyeing his mentor. Allan eyes him back.
"I take it you met Erin. A nice girl she is. Don't you think?" he asks Tré.
Tré responds back with a goofy grin on his face, "Sure. Yeh... you know her?"
Allan grins, then places a hand on Tré's upper back, "Yes. A friend of the families really. She is like a grand daughter to me. You can always rely on her and she is a great person to have around."
Tre looks back at the older man and studies his facial expression before looking down at his shoes. He knew he would have to impress Allan. There was a few seconds of silence.
"It seems you like her don't you boy?"
Tre was startled. "Uhhhh..." Tre mumbled.
Trying to avoid Allan Tre looked over the counter and saw a phone sitting there.
"It must be Erin's," he thought. He looked from the phone to Allan.
"Uh Allan, do you think that could be Erin's phone there?"
"Possibly. Look to see."
Tré didn't waste any time as he reached over the counter top and picked up the fancy flip top phone. He un-flipped it and saw the wallpaper on the phone. It was Erin's all right. It had a photo of her and her dog on the wallpaper. Tré was lost in some trance whilst looking at her picture but quickly snapped back to reality. He looked to Allan.
"You wouldn't happen to know her home phone would you? I will ring her when I finish work," Tre concluded to Allan.
"You bet I will ring her," he thought as he grabbed the phone and then continued to work the rest of his shift. This was going to be one very long shift till he got home!
Erin walked past some shops in one of the main streets. She settled herself into Starbucks and had a coffee. She liked coffee. Once she finished her coffee she ventured down the street once again to do her personal shopping. Walking to the corner store first, she picked up some essentials then made her way to the fruit mart. Once done there she went to the bakery and so on. The last shop she went to was the Butcher shop.
She trotted off into the shop. She examined the meats closely. She was looking at them all ever so closely that she didn't notice the man standing behind the counter in front of her.
"Excuse me miss..."
Erin looked up at the small man standing behind the large glass contrapment that contained all the meats. He stood there flashing a small grin staring at her with his ocean blue eyes.
"He is adorable," she thought, keeping her thoughts to herself. But somewhere in the back of her mind she knew him from somewhere but couldn't picture well.
"Oh well, it will come back to me."
She stood up straight and spoke, "Uhh just looking for the moment. Is Allan in? You're new here, aren't you? I don't think I have ever seen you work here before."
Before he could speak she interrupted him and extended her hand out to him for a hand shake.
"Hi I am Erin. A regular to this shop," she laughed. "And you are?"
The cute little man spoke, "Hi I am Tré!" He shook her hand. "And..."
"FRANK!" A voice bellowed from the back of the shop.
"Err coming." He looked at Erin. "Err sorry, Allan just called me..." And he scooted off to the back.
Erin chuckled to herself.
Moments later Tré came back.
"Sorry about that."
"Not a problem. But do tell me."
"Yes?"
"I thought your name was Tré?"
"Well it is. Actually it's my name after I changed it."
"So your birth name is Frank?"
"Correct! I am Frank Edwin Wright the third. But I changed my name to Tré Cool!"
"Interesting changes," Erin said while studying his strong built figure.
"Yeh," he nodded bobbing his head. "So what can I help you with today?"
Erin chuckled. "Well Mister Cool, Tré, Frank. Whatever do I call you? I am very low on some frankies at the moment."
Tré chucked. "Are you referring to frankfurts? Want to know something interesting?"
"Well I have to know now you mentioned it. What is so interesting?"
"I was born in Frankfurt, Germany."
"Oh, so you were born in a large Frankfurt?" she smiled deviously.
"Oh. Would you have liked me to be born in one?" he grinned back at her.
She laughed this time. "No no... so show me the grand tour of frankfurts."
"My pleasure me lady. I like to call them Frankito's."
"Frankito's?"
"Little franks!" he explained.
"Ohhhh. Right! Got ya!"
Tré winked at her. "So over here we have little franks, medium franks, and large franks. Pick your size."
"Oh I don't know. What size shall I pick? Can I have a try of one of your little franks?" she giggled.
Tré stood there a little bit stunned. "Sure."
Putting on his gloves, Tré reached into the glass cabinet and pulled off a little frank from the rest of its members that it was attached too. Tré reached over the counter and handed it to Erin.
"Here you go Ma'am."
"Thank you kind sir!"
They both shared a small smile.
Erin took a large bite of the small Frankfurt. Tré looked closely as she bit down. Tré himself was beginning to feel a little uneasy so he turned away.
Erin spoke after downing the last bit of the Frankfurt.
"They were nice. Can I have one kilo of them please?"
Tre smirks at Erin, and then scoops up a lot of Frankfurt's, placing them on some scales. When satisfied with the measurements of the lot he wraps them up in paper and hands them to Erin. He asks her if she would like anything else and she declines so she pays him.
"Thank you very much, Frank."
"You're very welcome, ma'am."
Erin winks at Tre, then heads out of the store with a huge smile.
"See you again, tell Allan I say 'Hi,'" she calls out as she walks out the door before carefully shutting the door behind her.
So there was Tré left within the shop, left speechless. He had just met a very flirtatious girl of whom he flirted with without knowing it. Suddenly he was broken from his thoughts when someone was tapping him on the shoulder from behind giving him quite a fright. Tré jumps as the old man chuckles from behind him.
"Give you a scare, did I, young lad?"
Tré nods a little before eyeing his mentor. Allan eyes him back.
"I take it you met Erin. A nice girl she is. Don't you think?" he asks Tré.
Tré responds back with a goofy grin on his face, "Sure. Yeh... you know her?"
Allan grins, then places a hand on Tré's upper back, "Yes. A friend of the families really. She is like a grand daughter to me. You can always rely on her and she is a great person to have around."
Tre looks back at the older man and studies his facial expression before looking down at his shoes. He knew he would have to impress Allan. There was a few seconds of silence.
"It seems you like her don't you boy?"
Tre was startled. "Uhhhh..." Tre mumbled.
Trying to avoid Allan Tre looked over the counter and saw a phone sitting there.
"It must be Erin's," he thought. He looked from the phone to Allan.
"Uh Allan, do you think that could be Erin's phone there?"
"Possibly. Look to see."
Tré didn't waste any time as he reached over the counter top and picked up the fancy flip top phone. He un-flipped it and saw the wallpaper on the phone. It was Erin's all right. It had a photo of her and her dog on the wallpaper. Tré was lost in some trance whilst looking at her picture but quickly snapped back to reality. He looked to Allan.
"You wouldn't happen to know her home phone would you? I will ring her when I finish work," Tre concluded to Allan.
"You bet I will ring her," he thought as he grabbed the phone and then continued to work the rest of his shift. This was going to be one very long shift till he got home!
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