“Good, right?” Faith takes her napkin and delicately dabs at the corners of her mouth. “Yes. It’s… not bad.” I lean back in my chair with my arms folded in front of my chest as I grin at her. “Wow, Faith. Your enthusiasm is contagious.” “I know, I’m a veritable disco of unicorns and rainbows,” she says before letting out a small, irritated snort. Then she looks around the café and spots the menu hanging above the counter. “I’ll get you something,” I say,
