Faith looked up at the man who asked if she had room for one more at her table. She knew the voice instantly. Fuck, who in LA didn't know that voice. "For a bonafide celebrity, sure, have a seat," Faith said, waving her arm toward the seat in front of her.
Faith sort of knew him. Well, she knew Gwen, who was married to Skylar, who seemed to be carrying his baby. Sort of a weird thing, but who was she to judge, right? Not like it bothered her, anyway. "So, what brings a rock star of your caliber to this place in the middle of the night?" she asked with a grin.