<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/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Her stomach dropped when he faced her, then turned to ice when he spoke to her. Faun. He’d called her a faun. Well crap on a biscuit, he’d seen her and called her for what she is. Wait, how? Oh yea, horns. Well, they could be demon horns! Even Mara knew her own thought was ridiculous. She was the least demonic looking person ever. It wasn't her outward appearance so much. Most demons could make themselves look however they wanted. It was her demeanor. With a small sigh, her shoulders slumped in a look that was similar to defeat.<br/><br/>Lifting them up as she put on her best customer service smile, she walked closer. Clearing her throat, she struggled to find her voice. Truth be told, his posture, suit, and incredibly dark glasses were a little intimidating. Lifting her chin, Mara summoned more confidence. “I have no business with you. I was curious about why you are here, how you got in here.” She didn’t want to call him a ‘human’, because who does that in the outside world? Then again, he’d outright called her a faun. So he knew. He knew of the differences. "And most importantly, I want to know..." She paused, looking up at his dark glasses, wondering what was behind them, who was behind them. "...would you like to see a menu or hear about today's specials?" Her lips quirked up in an amused smile.