As they walked to dinner, the tension between them grew thicker than the humidity in the air. Frankie couldn't help but notice the way Allien's eyes sparkled in the fading light, and Allien found herself stealing glances at Frankie's smile.
They settled into a cozy little bistro, surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the murmur of conversation. Over dinner, they talked about everything and nothing, their words flowing easily like a gentle stream.
As the night wore on, Frankie reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Allien's face. The touch sent shivers down Allien's spine, and she knew she was in trouble.
"I think I'd like to get to know you better, Frankie," Allien said, her voice low and husky.
Frankie's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they finished their meal and prepared to part ways, Allien walked Frankie out of the bistro. The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the stars twinkled above like diamonds.
Allien turned to Frankie, her eyes locked onto hers. "Would you like to go out with me?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.
Frankie's heart soared. "Yes," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.
Allien's face lit up with a smile, and she leaned in to kiss Frankie. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of their first kiss.