His approach never wavered, nor did his gaze. To the casual onlooker nothing about him would be offputting, except perhaps his rugged attire and stench, but to the observant individual something would have been a bit disturbing, he rarely blinked his eyes. In fact from the moment his eyes met the woman's sparkling green ones he never blinked once until she had passed him. There had been a dampness in the air, Frank's feet and legs were a bit weary from the lengthy walk, and so heading inside was his course of action. Not to talk to the woman, but to warm the chill and rest his aching limbs, of course should conversation arise he would not deter from it.<br/><br/>Disappointment struck quickly though as the woman's head shifted with the arrival of headlights behind him. A ride, to where he did not know, a relative's house, her own house, or maybe the hotel? It was a mystery, one he would solve in the coming days with his persistence. As the woman walked out of the door he was coming in, Frank found it odd that she did not wait for him and instead decided to try and push past him. Their shoulders brushed, the momentum was slight but enough to stagger him a bit with the heavy duffle bag slung on his opposite shoulder.<br/><br/>The apology that followed was soft, but it meant nothing to Frank, he wanted to yell at her,<i>fucking dumb bitch</i>, he thought to himself. In that moment he was furious but the image of her glowing green eyes popped into his mind and seemingly he calmed down. New challenges were about to present themselves anyways. The bell to the diner door rang when it came to a close, and almost immediately a female voice rang out. "Get out of here you raggedy ass stinky mother fucker, we don't serve your kind and you is bad for business," there was clear anger and resentment. He had been judged based on his presence alone before a single word could be spoken.<br/><br/>Like most truck stops this one had a shower, and Frank had money to pay for it. It was all he had wanted to go with some food and a reprieve from the outdoors, but the chance never came at least not willingly. Frank delayed a bit, he wanted the taxi to take off, "please, I just nee..." but his words were cut off by the stern female, "I said get out NOW! We don't need your kind here," her words were followed by two large burly truck drivers getting off of their barstools. They were not intoxicated, a problem he would deal with, since that would have made the ensuing brawl much easier.<br/><br/>Frank's muscles were more dense than a normal human, he was a bit stronger than his size suggested, though nothing compared to superheroes of the comics. He dropped the duffle bag on the ground and calmly approached the men, his knuckles cracked loudly before he kicked one of the men in the knee. A loud snap could be heard above the piercing wail, his knee was bent ninety degrees sideways and the man was on the floor in agony. This is where perhaps the lack of alcohol helped Frank as the second truck driver had enough common sense to know not to mess with a man who could do that. "Whoa man, no trouble here," he put his hands up and backed away from Frank who looked at the woman. "I just want to pay for a shower and some food, please," he remained calm with his voice and all the woman could do was nod in approval.