She had thought over her relationship, or well, lack of, with Avis. It wasn’t how she wanted it to be, she wanted to be able to reach out to her if help was needed. Well, not that she thought she would refuse aid, but it could be uncomfortable. And Faye was not about that. She knew the way she left hurt Avis and the rest of VT, and she wanted to try and mend that bridge.
While Avis could be strong headed and in your face annoying, she still respected the woman. And nothing would hurt reaching out and trying to talk. As to what would come of it? Well, that was in Fate’s hands, but she hoped it would go well.
So a text had been sent, asking Avis to meet her at the Circle for a more personal concern. Tuesday made an excellent point of making sure Avis knew it wasn’t a business meeting.
Faye found herself seated in one of the numerous pews, coffee in hand. There was another coffee as well as a water, cause she couldn’t remember if Avis drank coffee. So the water was there in case. She was clad in a black leather jacket with matching black pants and tank top. Her long hair was in a messy ponytail.
She was slightly nervous as she took a careful sip of her coffee and hoped the caffeine would ease those nerves.
Cayce Avis