Chapter 93

Faith sat at the little sitting area outside Greenfield enjoying, or at least trying to enjoy, a cup of coffee.

Suddenly, a girl bounced up to her and sat next to her on the concrete chair without invitation.

"Hey, Faith! How are you? Long time!" She chirped familiarly.

Faith squinted at the girl, trying to draw up a name or anything useful in identifying the girl. She drew a blank.

"Uhm...hi," she greeted hesitantly.

The girl didn't notice her confusion and continued to chirp on. "...and then I saw the interview and I was like whoa! Like how in the world did you luck out like that? It was crazy."

Faith knew instantly what interview she was referring to but the question was who she was and whether she was supposed to know her.

The face was somewhat... faintly... familiar but she doubted they were close enough to be having a conversation like this.

Still, the girl prattled on. "...I mean, like, you're not even his type! I know his type because I've followed every dating news about him