"Nah, not so much." She grinned at him, and was about to raise her sandwich for another bite, when he walked in a lot closer than she anticipated. He took the food from her and she frowned a little, then blinked when he took out his familiar flask. She started to sigh when he opened it, then blinked when instead of drinking, he leaned past her to the sink, pouring it out. Her eyes broke from his to watch, brow wrinkling in confusion.
"Ollie, wha-" Faith started to ask after the alcohol and flask ended up in the sink, her eyes returning to his. She was startled into not finishing the statement, though, as he was suddenly a LOT closer than she remembered him being. Her hands rose to lay flat against his chest, intent on pushing him away, but she was...well, distracted. He'd tried kissing her before, and it had always been after he had been drinking. This time? She didn't taste any alcohol, or even any mints trying to hide the alcohol. Just as she was about to shove him away and ask what the hell he was up to, her body relaxed against his somewhat, as though it recognized him. They fit together almost perfectly.
Her lips parted slowly as her eyes drifted shut, her hands fisting around the collar of his tan coat-it should have felt like leather-and she began to return the kiss, just as passionately.
Why, she had no idea. But she didn't want to let go.