<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>Rui, Artemis, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong>Wearing- work outfit<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>At the first table, the young lad did stare openly at her horns. At first, her paled cheeks had tinted pink, definitely not used to attention given to that part of her body. They were either hidden from those who would want to stare, or were out among her kind. And that experience was a decade old and counting. Her brows furrowed at the memory. It seemed many were surfacing, very likely because she was able to be herself. She wasn’t hiding and neither were her memories. Biting her lower lip, she gave Artemis a shy smile. “One coffee…” She said softly, jotting it down on her order pad. She gave a little nod and went to the next table.<br/><br/>At Rui’s table, she didn’t need to note his order of rose tea. She’d remember that one, as it had been a favorite of her mother's. That memory and his seemingly casual remark that she shouldn’t feel bad caused her to pale- a remarkable feat considering her already porcelain complexion. Swallowing and plastering a smile, Mara tilted her head to convey slight confusion. “Hmm? I, umm…” He had thrown her off guard. For one, she’d forgotten a key part to working in a facility catering to fae- patrons could often know far more than what was simply communicated by words or expressions. Damn. Double damn. She’d have to be more careful, have to try shoving her extra-spicy emotions down further than ever. Sucking in a breath, her smile widened and she gave a little nod. His impassive expression almost begged for her to keep talking. Like it was her duty to paint expression onto his face. Glancing around, the other customers kept her from indulging in such an odd compulsion. Odd to her anyway. ‘Opening up’ wasn’t really something she did often...or ever, really. Who would she open up to? A human roommate or coworker? Hardly. “I’ll be right back with your tea, sir.” Her words were hasty but polite, glad to have a reason to skirt around his last comment. As she walked to the beverage station, she wondered how their future exchanges would go. Would she divulge? Would she keep up the confused charade, wondering why he thought she felt bad? Mara was no actress. Sure, she could pass as human, but that was less acting and more magic.<br/><br/>Passing Artemis’ table to fetch the drinks, he caught her attention, ready to order. Pad and pencil in hand, she looked at him expectantly, figuring he’d know what he wanted.  Stammering, it became obvious he wasn’t quite ready at all. Her smile morphed from polite to amused. Giving a nod, she replied, “Yes, we have excellent hot chocolate. Made with real chocolate bark and milk, it is so delicious. And the special...hmm, the special.” Mara laughed lightly and looked back, trying to find Lamia. Not seeing him right away, she returned her attention to her customer. “Truth be told, I’m not sure what is on special today. I better find out! I’ll let you know when I bring your cocoa out.” She gave him a warm smile, no longer minding if he stared at her horns.