Faith adored Tony. He could do no wrong in her eyes. It might be that she had a bit of a crush on him. If Carol had disappeared, Faith would have acted on her feelings, but she hadn't. In a way, she was glad, as she didn't want Tony suffering the way she had.
"I'm doing as well as I can be," she answered honestly, big brown eyes looking back at him. "I just didn't ... I didn't think it would hurt this badly, I mean I knew I loved him but I didn't know how much until I lost him. She'd taken him for granted, thinking he would always be there.
Watching Tony was good for her soul. He was easy on the eyes, he genuinely cared for her as she cared for him. They had an unusual friendship forged of mutual respect. He'd taken a risk when he hired her for security. She never disappointed him.
In the deep recesses of her heart, she'd always have a crush on him, he probably knew that as well as she did. "I think I need to take a few days off, just to clear my head," she started but was cut off by the server.
"I'd like a beer please, nice and cold. I mean really cold. She sat their nerviously beating on the table with her thumbs as Tony ordered.