<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/>"Pity I didn't grow up here, then," Faith muttered, her smile dimming a bit at the old, sore memories. Not that she was bitter, she didn't need them, anyway.<br/>And, again, if she kept repeating that she might eventually believe it. She took a bite of her sandwich, sighing a little at the taste of the cheese. "This is good stuff. But that talk of secrets has me interested." She grinned. "Oh, and sorry. I'm Faith. And a bit over-eager, since I forgot the whole introductions thing. I blame your good looks." That the woman she was flirting with was, probably quite literally, old enough to be her mother, didn't seem to bother her.