Fics like the black sky turned technicolor

“Hey, are you free after work?” he asks, and Mel hears the absolute silence that drops down over them, all the movement on either side of them going still. “Yes, I am,” Mel answers eagerly. Cassie abruptly begins shuffling through her locker louder than before, and Mel feels one of her eyebrows twitch, tries not to let it show on her face. “Do you think you could fix the air conditioning today?” Frank nods, rewards her with a megawatt grin. She can feel them staring at each other an amount of time that could be considered inappropriate; she can’t think of a good reason to look away. “Wow, King,” Santos says, breaking the silence, and Mel watches Frank glance at Santos behind her, over her shoulder. “Asking Langdon to fix your pipes for you? Didn’t think you had it in you.” “Santos,” Frank warns, and Mel watches a muscle jump in his jaw. “He’s not fixing my pipes.” Mel tilts her head, turning to face Santos. “He’s fixing my air conditioning. It’s been broken all week.” Santos’s lips part, her eyebrows coming together, and then a slow, terrible smile spreads across her face. (Mel's air conditioner breaks. Frank doesn’t know a lot about them but finds a way to help)

Fics like the black sky turned technicolor

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