<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John Smith<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Inspector<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lamia Artemis(m), Mara, Mr. Galagous (M), Open.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Mara was an excellent choice to be a waitress. Her sunny disposition, and hard working tenacity will certainly win her a lot of praise, if not tips. The smile upon her face was bright as morning sunshine and seemed to dispel any tension in her guests. Her long brown tresses framing her youthful face that gave her a very attractive appearance that the horns on the side of her head seemed to accentuate. Mara would be correct in that it was quite difficult to be "All Business" all the time. Even John had to relax every so often. When Mara stated that she trusts that He won't be disappointed, John nodded. "I'll trust you in that fact, Miss Capra." John replied in as friendly a manner as his position, and conditioned demeanor would allow.<br/><br/>As the Faun moved on to the next table, John eyes watched her. Or more specifically, her legs. They were very human for a faun. It piqued his curiosity, though he had to admit they were very nice to look at. If John had a weakness,  it could be gorgeous legs attached to an amazing butt. Which Mara seemed to be a possessor of such. Was Mara still trying to hide her faun attributes in an attempt to protect herself in case something were to happen? It was curious.<br/><br/>John turned his attention back to his observations of the Cafe in general, and its patrons as a whole. All were Fae, and all seemed to be relaxing and thoroughly enjoying the respite from having to conceal themselves from the Humans of the world. It was pleasing to see that Mr. Galagous's endeavor was already bearing fruit. And with the pleasant atmosphere fostered by Miss Capra, Mr. Montrose, and Miss Sinclair along with the rest of the staff. John was confident in his assumption that word about the cafe will quickly spread among the Fae community here in this City.<br/><br/>Though John would be brought out of his reverie when he felt something wash over him. Looking up, he saw that the room had come to a complete stop. Everyone frozen in place. Well everyone except for Mara. She was over with the Witch once again, but apparently something happened as her demeanor was completely different than what it was when she was with him. His eyebrows narrowed slightly as he watched the faun fight down whatever it was that caused her to stop time, very dangerous Magic. Would Mara notice that not everyone in the restaurant was frozen in time?<br/><br/>Time would resume about half a minute later and the Cafe would come back to motion, the Faun seemingly back to her chipper self. She would excuse herself to fetch the orders, John watching her as she moved. Her posture, and her demeanor still not completely returned. As evidenced by him witnessing her slumping shoulders. Thankfully she would shake her head, causing her long hair to ripple like a brown waterfall, and reassert herself before she poured the Drinks.<br/><br/>When Mara came back to John's table, the human picked up the coffee, and took a tentative sniff. Dark roast, rich and savory. John took a sip, the dark fluid washing over his tongue. The bitter flavor biting at him, stirring him up to further wakefulness. Pulling the Cup from his lips, he regarded the faun. "This is good, Miss Capra." John stated with a nod. Though before the Faun would depart, John would say one more thing to her. "Please be cautious with the use of Time Magic, Miss Capra. Time has demonstrated a Will of its own from time to time." John stated. The words were not spoken in a stern reprimanding lecturing tone, but a tone that spoke of concern for Mara's well being. John's job was to protect the Fae, as well as the Humans. And that included Mara.