<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrea, Open<br/><hr/>"Grilled would be great, thanks."<em> Don't stare at her tits, don't stare at her tits, don't ... damn those are nice tits.</em><br/>After a few moments of not quite looking up high enough to be looking at Andrea's face, Faith realized what she was doing and blushed. "A bit of boo- br- I mean ... a bit of bacon would be nice but maybe ... maybe later." Her cheeks had turned nearly as red as her hair, knowing that her wandering eyes had to have been noticed by now, and she sunk down a little in her seat.<br/>"If ... if you're not too busy and you don't mind, of course, maybe you could tell me a bit about this town. Maybe sometime when you're not working?" She wasn't hitting on her, she was trying to get information. And if Faith told herself that enough, maybe she'd start to actually believe it.