She at first seemed flustered and easily forgettable. But as she neared him he got a good look at her. She was a beauty in pink with her hair pulled back from her face and a gun in her hand.[1] Her dark skin was radiant despite the tough situations she'd been in. The second he heard her speak he was in love.
Now Francis may not have been the greatest catch, a bit rough around the edges. But he could tell she liked him too. The way she kept looking at him the same time he looked at her. He wanted to jump down from the railing and kill any zombie that came near her.[2] he wanted to be as close to her as possible.
But most of all.
He just wanted to hold her hand.
[1] Who thinks I'm talking about Zoey?
[2] By this point I was doing that little thing where you stick your tongue out the corner of your mouth as you type…