Kyle got up to answer the door. He hadn't exactly dressed up for the occasion; he just had on pants and his Red Crown jacket, but he had shaved this morning and he thought he looked all right. But he was a lot more concerned about the conversation than about how he looked.
She was late getting there, so late he worried she had changed her mind, but then he heard her knock and opened the door. She was standing there, in her training clothes, still looking as beautiful as she had when he met her in the bar, even if her look was now troubled.
"Hi Faith," he said, smiling a little. "Come on in." He gestured to the two chairs on opposite sides of the small table.