<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br/><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale, and anyone else<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br/><hr/><br/>Frankie was still singing as she unwrapped her muffin. She took a big bite and mentally switched songs. "Roll with it baby, make it your career..." she sang between bites. When a voice interrupted her little serenade, she gasped, choked on her muffin and began coughing. Her hazel eyes were wide as she hacked and spit pieces of muffin onto the pavement.<em>Great...wonderful first impression...</em>, she thought as the coughing finally subsided long enough for her to look up at Kale and blush a bright, fiery red.<br/><br/>"Yeah...um...yeah I got there a few weeks ago." A few weeks in the Row and no one had really noticed her yet, except Robbin her roommate, or Robbie as she had taken lately to being called. For whatever reason Robbie liked the fact that there were two chicks with guy names in the same room. She was a nice girl, but her hours kept her away normally when Frankie was actually home. Frankie's "job" pretty much demanded she be out during the day, when people like the lovely lady from earlier were out and roaming. Robbie's job...well she was needed more when the sun was down and the John's were out.<br/><br/><em>I could never do that...</em>Not the first time she'd thought it, but Robbie seemed to go home with her pockets full and a smile on her face. She'd be grinning even wider when Frankie brought her the purse...in exchange for a few Scooby Snacks later. It was a good day, she should celebrate. Besides, she hadn't even touched the stuff since before she got to the Row, only mentioning it the other day when, and thank God for Robbie, she'd told Frankie she could get the stuff easily from one of her Johns.<br/><br/>At the moment though she should be focused on the guy who'd approached her. He was young and blond and she had no idea what his name was. "I'm Tab- ahem Frankie. I'm Frankie." She nodded her head and popped another bite of muffin into her mouth. Holding it up, she bobbed her head in its direction, "Sale at Wawa...only 50 cents."<em>Why don't you just talk about the weather, dumbass.</em>"Anyway...so who are you? Like, I've seen you, but I'm shit with names."<em>And we've never spoken, so...</em>