[She doesn't bother responding after checking her phone knowing that he'll be there waiting for her. Him, and the waffles. Maybe a little french toast if she was lucky, and she was definitely feeling lucky. At least with food. The place never disappointed and the looks of the outside kept the tourists away. Their loss.
She sees Hodr sitting in a booth when she slips inside, the aroma of different foods blending together into something mouthwateringly good. Maybe she'd have to get some french fries to go with her waffles. And a milkshake.]
Howdy, stranger. Long time no see.
[Faith slid into the booth seat across from him and flashed a smile.]
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I'd love to potentially discuss that one over the waffles.
That's a little depressing, maybe it's where you're looking for the men. Breakfast first though. I'll see you then.
[ Hodr didn't have too much to do to get out and over, so he'll make sure to head that way quickly himself. ]
Captcha is the devil
She sees Hodr sitting in a booth when she slips inside, the aroma of different foods blending together into something mouthwateringly good. Maybe she'd have to get some french fries to go with her waffles. And a milkshake.]
Howdy, stranger. Long time no see.
[Faith slid into the booth seat across from him and flashed a smile.]