<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>17 September, morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John Smith, Artemis, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><br/>Standing next to his table, Mara went from the typical feeling one has while on duty working, to feeling incredibly vulnerable. But not a threatened or frightened type of vulnerable. The more intimate type. The type one feels when baring themselves with a new lover. That was kind of what was happening then. Looking at John as he removed his sunglasses, she was able to see his seemingly very human eyes. Never before in all her life had she stood in front of a human with her horns out. Certainly, she’d never imagined if she had, that they’d look at her with the softness as his did now.<br/><br/>It did put her at ease, despite the unsettling vulnerability. It was as if he were showing her something also. Even if it was just his eyes behind the shades. Mara accepted it for what it was, taking his words as concerning. With a small nod, she watched as he put the glasses back in place. And just like that, he was back to business. How vastly the smallest gesture could change an interaction. She gave a small smile and nodded again. “I understand.”<br/><br/>Glancing around, she then brought her attention back to the Inspector. “I should check on my other tables. I’ll check on you for a refill here in a bit. We can switch it to decaf if it gets a little much.” She chuckled, knowing the fresh brew could feel strong enough to put hair on a persons chest. At the thought, she glanced at John’s throat and the hollow just below it, the tight knot of his tie nestled against. She let her imagination take a quick jog. Cheeks tinting, she gave another smile and proceeded to her other tables.<br/><br/>Stopping at Artemis’ table, she gave him an apologetic smile. “How’s the coffee? Did you decide on something to eat?” She kept her tone light, hoping to make amends for scampering away after his very normal and mild questions.