What was it? Like almost ten minutes past the hour of nine? Frankie wasn't just going to wait around forever. He had things to do and with his job, he was always on the move, always busy. So, to be waiting past the time that the message initially told him to be at Central Park was definitely getting him slightly irritated. If there wasn’t anything to happen in the next few minutes, Frankie would just get up from the bench and start heading home. He’d yet to shower either, so that’s another thing on his to-do list when he gets to his home.

While still fiddling around his phone, Frankie yet again found himself staring at the time again, but then something happened. It was something a bit odd, As it would happen, Frankie would definitely notice it. The sounds he heard just a half of a minute ago faded out into silence and as he came to see, there were only about seven or eight people that he saw. The only sound that he heard, however, was a set of footsteps coming in from behind him. Frankie turned around.

Looking to the man in front of him, there was certainly an odd look to him. Frankie wouldn’t have had thought too much of this man’s style of clothing if it wasn’t for the fact that he was in New York and people don’t usually wear a straw hat and overalls. Mostly, it’s either suits or casual wear like jeans or something. So, Frankie definitely had some confusing thought about the matter at hand. Plus, there’s also the fact that why did everything suddenly go very silent except for the hillbilly in front of him? Yes, truly this puzzled Frankie.

Frankie would run right hand on the same side of his head and through his hair, brushing it behind his ear, but it would just flow back down. Frankie just didn’t know how to respond to this or even speak up. Thankfully, someone else would say something. It was pretty much what Frankie was going to say. 

[b]“So, you want to tell me why there’s a hillbilly in front of my eyes?”[/b] Frankie said scratching the left side of his head with his right hand.