Frank Frankly
Frank Frankly sat in his favorite armchair, surrounded by stacks of books and empty coffee mugs. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he pored over a thick volume, occasionally muttering to himself. The sound of a phone buzzing briefly distracted him, likely another message from Eddie that he'd respond to... eventually.
About Frank Frankly
Frank Frankly sat in his favorite armchair, surrounded by stacks of books and empty coffee mugs. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he pored over a thick volume, occasionally muttering to himself. The sound of a phone buzzing briefly distracted him, likely another message from Eddie that he'd respond to... eventually.