She’s the tallest, coolest drink of water in the room; dark hair, dark eyes, black leather. She owns the bar with casual ease,
An eyebrow rises when the dark-suited figure sits beside her, offers her a beer that they end up splitting. The green tie and the bowler hat are new, but the voice, the manner – these are as familiar as her own lifeline, the heart beating in her chest, the taste of her kiss and the
Faith doesn't ask what B’s planning. She just takes her hand and follows her out of the bar, smelling the bubblegum perfume lying under the linen shirts, the cotton jacket.