Faith was about to hoof it. It had been a bad decision to come there seeing as she lacked money. After all, coffee houses weren't usually her style anyway. The town was sure to have some kind of dive bar that she could have her own style of fun at, and better yet, she wouldn't even have to buy her own drinks. She was confident enough in her appearance and appeal to get other people to buy them for her. Looking at the time, she grimaced slightly when she noted it was still in the afternoon. No matter, it was five o' clock somewhere, and every town had their share of alcoholics. She didn't get to go very far because the man in front of her seemed to sense her distress.
He pulled out the twenty, laying it before her on the counter. It took a few moments to process what just happened at first. She was used to guys buying her drinks of the alcoholic variety, but it was a brand-new playing field at a coffee shop. This was something right up Buffy's alley, and the petite blonde would probably blush and accept it sweetly. Seeing as she was the darker Slayer, Faith met it with suspicion. She lived a hard life, and she learned from her mother and her own experience that nothing truly came for free especially from a man. The idea of a random act of kindness was foreign to her. People weren't kind. They had intentions. Frowning, she looked from the bill then back up to him. He was smiling at her warmly, looking very much like a boy scout.
"You don't even know me," she said in disbelief. It was the first words out of her mouth. Faith knew what an alcohol beverage entailed. When men we're trying to liquor a girl up, that usually meant they only wanted one thing. Coffee was different. Coffee wouldn't impede her judgement. The fact that he was so willing to do something nice for her was unheard of, mostly because she wasn't used to and partly because she had long come to the conclusion that she wasn't that kind of girl. Girls like Buffy were bought coffee and taken on dates. Faith was the girl mothers' warned their sons about.