Faye had mentioned to Striker that they needed to talk at the last meeting, and had sent him a text setting up a time. And that time was today. It was only right to explain and talk about her stance on relationships. She wasn’t perfect, but she had good intentions.
She busied herself doing some stretching before making a fresh pot of coffee, cause life revolved around caffeine. But she still had other drinks to offer, not knowing if he liked coffee or not. Her attire was a pair of shorts, black t-shirt and flip flops, her hair was up in a messy quick ponytail. And she had no make-up on.
Her iPod was in its docking station, a mixture of music softly coming from it. Right now it was on Sully Erna.
Striker