<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/>Mara busied herself behind the coffee bar, making sure everything was filled, clean dishes put away, things tidy. It was important to keep up on side work throughout the shift. That allowed her to skip out quickly when her shift ended. Leaning a hand against the bar, Mara marveled at how for the first time ever, she didn’t want or need to run home from her job. She wouldn’t have a pounding headache from hiding her horns. And she was already among her people. Smiling wistfully to herself, the faun’s ears noticed the office door opening and closing. Glancing over with a friendly smile on her face, she expected to see Avynn. Imagine her surprise when her gaze happened upon a finely dressed male human. A<em>human</em>. Or, so he seemed.<br/><br/>Mara froze. Son of a<em>bitch</em>, she thought. Clamping down as panic rose, she gripped the edge of the bar til her knuckles were white. Licking her lips, she averted her eyes, as though that would stop him from noticing her very obvious, decidedly non-human horns sprouting from her head. Brows furrowed, she wondered what the meaning of that was. Why was a human in here? How did he get past the wards? He was leaving Avynn’s office, so the boss must know. Would she be out of place in asking him about it? Maybe not grilling the boss about his own meetings, how about that Mara, she berated herself.<br/><br/>Seeing no other customers had come in and her side work was managed, she decided to do the rational thing. She decided to follow the suited male human. He was walking in the direction of the courtyard. Perfect. That was outdoors, she’d feel comfortable there. Keeping a few paces between them, she followed him out.<br/>