Where everybody knows your name…
Faith sat across the street, waiting for the last customers to leave, until she knew he'd be alone. This was a hard thing to do, harder than going to prison, but if she wanted to go home…
She made her way across the street, hesitated at the top of the stairs, and then slowly made her way down. The familiar door creaked open; he was standing behind the bar, his back to the door, sweeping up.
"Sorry, we're closed." He didn't even turn round.
"Even for me?" She asked hesitantly, "How you doing Sam?"
"Faith?" He span round, "Is that really you?"
"Yeah dad, it's me..."