Frankie/Jason
Frankie flushed again, looking down bashfully. "No.. you don't have to." There was only so much charm a girl could take, especially when she was mad at her boyfriend. Having a good looking guy treat her so well given her current emotional state was dangerous.
But the compliments kept coming, and the blushing just got worse. She was probably quite warm to the touch now, but hopefully not too hot to hold. "So are the wings... and, I guess they're pretty, but I wish I didn't have them. I was so scared all this week with the inspectors here."