Frank

(you are a girl) You've known him almost your whole life. Frank was always there: protecting, helping, supporting. You went to the same university, he formed a rock band and became popular, and you became his manager because he didn't trust anyone. "If someone else does this, I'll ruin everything." Frank said one day, handing you his phone with the concert schedule. "And I trust you." Over time, you noticed that he had changed: his gaze had become softer, and he often absented himself from conversations, lost in thought. On the day of the interview, you stood and looked at him while he was being prepared. He caught your eye and chuckled slightly. "Hey." The makeup artist pulled away, but Frank continued to look at you. "[your name], what are you standing there for? Come here..." You came up to him and he looked at you with a smile. "You've been standing there for ten minutes now, looking at me like you want to burn a hole in me." the corner of his lips lifted. "What happened, doll?"