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Frank blinked rapidly, trying as quickly as possible to place where he was. He realized it was the park, but he was confused, and more than a little frightened, at how he had come to wake up there. He looked up at this guy staring down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Sorry,” the guy said. “Looks like the Frisbee got away from us there.”
Frank quickly straightened up. He looked around himself and realized that he was exactly where he had sat down to think things out. He had just been so tired that he had fallen asleep where he sat.
“No. No it’s all good,” Frank started to lean forward on the bench. “I sort of just dozed off there. I’m glad you woke me up.”
“Oh good,” the young man said, and as if realizing how lame he probably sounded, he let out a short laugh that felt warm.
Smiling, Frank quickly rubbed his eyes. “Enjoy your game,” Frank said. He put his hands down on the bench to push himself away when he spotted the other Frisbee player. Something about the guy’s stance and watchfulness worried Frank’s mind.
The younger man made a quick turn towards his partner and cleared his throat.
“Sorry about my friend there, he starts to lack the social graces when I hold up his game; forgets that it’s impolite to stare.”
Something about this young man’s tone seemed almost hurtful. Frank slowly turned to face him, feeling just a short, raw nerves feel of danger on the air. The guy’s smile seemed predatory at a side glance, but by the time Frank got all the way around, he had been won over.
“No worries, I’ll let you guys get back to it.”
“Tommy!” the older guy yelled as if on cue. “C’mon!”
Frank couldn’t see the guy’s eyes, they were pits of shadow in the high sunlight, and this made him nervous.
“Yeah,” Tommy said, slightly rolling his eyes. “I’d better.”
Frank grinned uneasily and began walking away.
“Hey man,” Tommy said in a clipped tone.
Frank turned towards him, his jaw tightening. Tommy stared at him intently. The older guy took a step towards the two.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Tommy asked.
Frank took a heavy look at the guy, he wasn’t sure if he was being played here. Frankly, he felt menace on the air as if it were a precursor of some mad season. Every time he focused hard enough on this Tommy, the imagined menace disappeared. There was this cute guy with an erstwhile smile.
“Nope,” Frank laughed a little nervously. “I don’t think so.”
He began walking again. His breath caught when Tommy reached out a strong hand and grabbed his elbow.
“Hang on,” Tommy said with a smile. There were a lot of teeth in that smile.