<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/46/03/e9/4603e9bf9db1911a3af1ea6d5a43b143.jpg)   </div><strong>Name~</strong>Avynn Galagous<br/><br/><strong>Job~</strong>Owner/Boss<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>September 15, mid afternoon<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>After shutting the door, Avynn looked at the man in black wearily. Although he was human, he was part of that organization that knew about both sides and the Fae Order. Actually he was kind of nervous around the man. What he was here for could mean business, whether it was to see things through or shut things down. He had to show this place was meant to be.<br/><br/>It was his voice, stance, and hidden eyes that made things worse. "Do you guys ever relax...?" he asked as he walked behind his desk and pulled out an unopen box of cigarettes. He lit one with just his breath and started inhaling the bitter nectar. He sat on the edge of the desk and raised a brow at John. "So everyone is uncertain about my café... Of course they would. My benefactor you speak of is none other than the king of Hell himself. The guy loves toying with humans and Fae alike. Not like how the gods keep to themselves."<br/><br/>He stood up and looked up at the tall, almost robotic-like, man before him. He'd make for an amazing body guard just by his looks alone, if not for the human part. "Does this mean you will be<em>inspecting</em>my shop for a while then? I'm pretty sure you saw from outside that no human, aside from yourself that is, will even give this place a second glance. Even in the backyard there is a wall within a field that keeps viewers from viewing. My customers need a place to be themselves, correct? That is why it's been built in the first place." Avynn noted with a bit of malice.