"Are you for real?" Faith managed out in her mixture of skepticism and disbelief. Good guys were far and in between. Even the good guys she knew now had dark streaks in them. This man was just so willing to pay for whatever she wanted there at the coffee shop that it bewildered her. Fortunately, they weren't holding up the line. The rush hour of midday seemed to be dying down. The baristas seemed more than happy to allow them to chat while they played catch up behind the counter with the cleaning and tidying up. Unlike Steve, she wasn't a good person. At least, she didn't think so. She was trying, but being and trying were too different things. The self-loathing voice in her head that haunted her in the late midnight hours reminded her that she was nothing, born from nothing, destined to be nothing.
Shaking her head to rid herself of that traitorous train of thought, she snatched the twenty off the counter and held it before her as if was an important specimen of evidence. It was hard for her to believe that he was trying to do something nice for her without anything in return. Being the person that she was, Faith got straight to the point. She raised a brow at him and tiled her head suspiciously. "What? Do you like want a date or a fuck for buying me something?" she asked him pointedly. There was no filter on that mouth of hers, and he should feel fortunate that it wasn't anything much more profane.
For a moment, she considered the option. She looked the man over in appreciation. If that was what he wanted from her, which would make more sense in her mind, then she supposed it wouldn't be so bad. Faith had worse in her life. Even if he turned out to be terrible in the sack, it was a comfort that he was at least nice to look at.