

Fab 40s


Pushing the doors to her restaurant open with her left foot as shes walking, Faith unties her half apron and let's her hands linger in her lower back, gently turning her knuckles into her sore muscles as she groans. The heavy wooden and windowed door comes back and whacks her shoulder before she can scoot all the way out to safety. She just bounces off and sighs, to excited to be off work to care about