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[faithful_slayer]

Faith is sitting in a booth at a diner near the Conrad, frowning at a tabloid article; she's never quite gotten out of the habit of checking them for possible demon sightings, and it looks like she may have found one. Whether it's from her world or not remains to be seen, but it might be time for her to do a little research

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[wegotwork]

Sam walks into the diner.

Or storms, really, stalking across the way until he finds a booth in which to sit.

He's angry, fuming, and his hands shake as he reaches for his menu.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith looks up from her research, eyebrows raised. Cute guy, obviously pissed about something, but hey, doesn't everyone have days like that?

Still, better for him to take it out on her than on the waitress, so she gets up and walks over to him, with the least threatening smile she can muster.

"You look like you're having the worst day ever. Need a friendly ear?"

[wegotwork]

Little do they know that, in her way, she's sort of responsible for his foul mood at the moment.

He looks up at her, trying not to glare too much.

"You actually want to listen?" he asks, skepticism lacing his voice.

[faithful_slayer]

She'll be very apologetic when and if she finds that out.

"Sure."

She sits down, glad that the only incriminating thing she has right now is a dumb-looking tabloid.

"I'm Faith, by the way."