The small coffee shop stood in front of Gerard, and Frank pulled him inside the cozy little cafe. They made their way to the counter and Gerard felt relieved that it wasn't crowded. It was quaint, the only people who were there weren't being bothersome, just sitting in the corner reading.. "What do you want?" Frank asked him.

"I can order for myself."

"Go ahead."

Gerard probably couldn't order for himself. Oh well. Life was about trying new things, especially when you're about to die. That concerned Gerard. What would he tell Frank? He couldn't possible develop a friendship with Frank. It would be pointless. And selfish, for Gerard would be dead soon. He smiled at the thought of it. "Sir?" the barista said. "Oh, um, I'll have uh...a large regular, I think."

She gave him a fake smile and told him to sit down somewhere. "I'll have someone bring it to you." Her voice was sugary sweet. Dripping with falseness. That was the problem with everyone, they were all fake and full of lies. Gerard sighed. Frank probably was, too. He was just alluring, not necessarily special. Frank took Gerard's hand and lead him to a table in the corner. Perfect. It was desolate.

Frank sat across from Gerard and frowned.

"W-What?"

"Spill."

"What's that supposed to m-mean?"

"Something's wrong."

"N-Nothing's wrong, Frank. I'm f-fine."

"Then why are you stuttering?"

Gerard gestured to all of the people around them. There were probably only a handful of people in the room, but it was enough to make him nervous. The depths of Gerard's antisocial lifestyle would surprise anyone. Frank, however, was still confused. "People," Gerard croaked. He didn't like talking. He wasn't used to it. He didn't want to get used to it, either.

"So that's your problem? People? That's understandable..."

"Frankie, I'm a fucking sociopath. Can you relate, darling?"

No. Gerard did not just say that. He couldn't have. He was too careful. This is the real reason Gerard didn't talk to people.

Something crazy always came out.

"G-Gerard, I didn't know..."

He had managed to make Frank stutter. Gerard smiled in content.

"Oh, it's fine. It just goes to show that talking to me never ends nicely."

"I want it to end nicely."

Gerard's confidence was high. He knew exactly what to say, for once.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Not now."

That's all the information Gerard needed. His heart sank. Intimacy wasn't too nice at all, not like this. That was all Frank had ever wanted. He was just a flirt.

"Goodbye," Gerard said, standing up and grabbing his coffee. "Thanks for the coffee, though." Gerard might have been slightly off-centered, but he wasn't rude. He walked briskly back to the apartment building. All Gerard wanted, at that moment, was to be safe in the comfort of his cheap apartment.

Today has not been a good day at all. Gerard frowned. Handsome wasn't the first word Gerard connected with Frank anymore.

It was fake. Just like everyone else.