<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong>Mara Capra<br/><br/><strong>Job~</strong>(https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>15 September, mid-afternoon.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John Smith, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong>n/a<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>“Inspector Smith. Nice to meet you as well.” Her pleasant smile may have revealed her slight confusion, not sure what, exactly, he inspected. Her pleasant smile morphed into something a bit more victorious when he said he’d take her advisement under consideration. Mara tried to imagine this disciplined, shaded man with his tie loosened, hair mussed, and glasses off. She had to bite her lip to stop from giggling. It was a nice image. Perhaps maybe she’d get to see it sometime. Then again, one with the title of ‘inspector’ holding the posture he held now- she might see a unicorn first. Given the world she lived in, the latter was entirely possible.<br/><br/>Ohh, he was giving her an inkling on what he inspected. Listening to his questions, she tilted her head to the side and thought. “What are my impressions? Well, to answer you are correct in that I am a customer as well. In fact, that is what drew me here to begin with. You see, when I hide my…” Her eyes narrowed, finding it more than a little odd that she was discussing hiding who she was with a human. Perhaps he wasn’t human? It was easier to have this conversation if she just pretended he wasn’t human. She continued, “Hiding my true self is not without cost. Being here provides relief- both mentally and physically. Those who don’t have to hide their true selves will never understand how much of a sanctuary this place truly is. We are safe here, safe to look, act and simply BE whoever we truly are. That motivation for existence is enough for me. If Mr. Galagous also turns a profit while doing so, more power to him.”<br/><br/>She paused and chewed her lower lip, looking at the water feature, the sound soothing. “Before learning of this place, I worked a night shift at an all-night diner. After my shift, I’d run home, experiencing excruciating pain. I’d stay home alone, avoiding others since they can’t see me like this.” Mara pointed her pencil at her horns. “It’s an isolated existence. When this place opened, I was able to actually socialize without being in pain or hiding who I am. Naturally, I applied to work here so I could spend even more time here.” She laughed, looking up at Smith, grey eyes dancing. “Who says that! Who wants to spend more time at work? I do!” Her laughter petered off and she regarded him once more. “Do you like it here? Does it feel different here for you? Different from other places you…’inspect’?”