Seven in the morning was way too early for a fight, but it wasn't as though Faith hadn't gotten up that early in the past. She just preferred not to when she didn't have to. In fact, she'd been considering blowing him off completely when she'd found herself waking up early anyway and not having anything better to do, so she showered, got dressed, and headed out.
Faith took her time on getting there, which was pretty easy since he'd picked a random-as-hell spot in the woods, and she'd stopped for donuts on the way. In fact, she had eaten two and was considering eating the third as she reached the spot he'd picked, and Faith closed up the bag instead. She wore a black leather jacket, dark red tank, blue jeans and black boots, and her hair was loose down her back - in short? She didn't look like someone who could've fought several rounds of fight club and win, but hey. She had.
"Yo," she called out as she approached, and - since it was pretty obvious he was pissed at her lateness - Faith tossed the bag containing the last donut over to him. "Brought breakfast."