"Damn, I missed the boat." Dean hung his head, as if shamed. He looked up a moment later, smiling a little. The package was a small collectible figure of a horse running free. It stood on one leg, the other three legs pulled up to show motion. The mane spread out at the animal's neck, and the body was painted with relics, such as a dream catcher and multi colored feathers.
For a moment, he thought he ought to have gone for a sex toy. But the horse had drawn his attention. It spoke to him, and he'd thought Faith would like it. In the moment, now, he wasn't so sure.