"You know, you don't have to sit alone," he pointed out to the girl, who had given him a shy smile, "I promise I don't bite." He smirked. "Well, so my boyfriend tells me. Frankie," he said, offering a hand, "Frankie Patrick. And who do I owe the pleasure of a smile?" He may be happily taken, but that never stopped the boy from being a flirt. "Are you new in town?"