“Neat.” I wanted to slap myself for not coming up with something cooler to say. I hardly ever acted this way in front of guys I thought were cute, but something about Frank just made me weak in more than just my knees.
“I agree, it is pretty neat.” Frank said with a wink. I smiled and didn’t say another word. No need to embarrass myself any further. After we got out of the car, Frank got my bags from the trunk and opened the door. As I walked in, one thought came to my mind: This man has taste. Everything was decorated to matching perfection. From the curtains to the throw pillows on his couch, I could tell that Frank took great care in how everything was selected and placed.