<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9s8nO7C.png)   </div><strong>Name~</strong>Artemis Baker<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>9/17 - morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>Mara, Lamia, John, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong>off to a great start so far<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Artemis was so caught up in the sights and smells of the cafe that he hadn't noticed the man in oriental garb approaching until he was right on top of him, causing the young man to jump a bit when he spoke up, "Gah!...h-huh?...I-I mean, yes thank you" the boy stammered, tripping over his words a bit before finally managing to give a somewhat proper answer to the man's invitation. The witch wordlessly allowed the man to show him to a seat, blushing and shaking his head all the while. Jeez, way to come off as a huge weirdo. Though it didn't seem like the man was too worried about it, honestly he probably didn't care all that much either way, and when he headed off to seat other customers Artemis was left to ponder the various services the man had mentioned, "professional "hosts" huh? What the heck does that mean?" he muttered to himself, not really familiar with the practice.<br/><br/>A minute or so later the boy was broken from his thoughts (man was he spacey today, wonder why...) as a glass of water was set down in front of him. The boy turned his head up towards the server, prepared to give her a grateful smile, but froze when he saw ram-like horns protruding from the beautiful woman's head. So far all of the fae he had seen in the cafe (and that he had closely interacted with in general) has been of the fully humanoid variety. While the woman's horns were probably quite mundane by most fae's standards, she was actually the most inhuman fae he had gotten this close to...well, the most inhuman one that he hadn't been tasked to fight or extract something out of at least. As such he found himself staring at the girl's horns for longer than would be considered polite, "c-coffee?...oh...right..." the boy muttered dumbly, shaking himself back to his senses as he watched her head off to another table.<br/><br/>Artemis buried his face into his hands and plopped down on the cloth lined table, feeling very much like a complete dolt. Come on, he was better than this. He wasn't some awkward socially inept weirdo, he was a normal enough guy! Though maybe that was part of the problem...Maybe it would have been better to go home and take a nap after all. Heaving a small sigh Artemis looked up from his hands just in time to spot a tall man in a dark suit and sun glasses making his way into the dining area. Immediately the Men in Black theme song began playing in his head, and the witch found his brow raising at his presence. Honestly of everyone in the cafe this man probably stood out the most. The dark shades and the well pressed suit screamed that this kind of place wasn't his scene, supernatural affiliation or not. Curious Artemis turned aside and stealthily shielded his face with his hand as he once again traced an eye across his forehead, activating the scanning spell once more. He then stole a few peaks over at the man, when he was pretty sure (about 63%) that the man wasn't looking. The boy had to bite his lip to keep from gasping at what he saw radiating off of the man...nothing. What the hell did that even mean!?<br/><br/>Realizing he was probably waltzing dangerously close to something he didn't want any business with, the boy shook his head and pushed the matter out of his mind, canceling out the spell in the process, instead focusing on the waitress as she passed by, "ummm, I'm ready to order" Artemis said, not realizing until the words left his lips that he hadn't actually looked at the menu, the boy starting to feel like he was awkwardly shambling across a metaphorical field of rakes, stepping on every single one and being comically smacked in the face each time for his efforts, "...I...ummm...I'm actually not a big coffee fan...so do you have like...hot chocolate?" the boy murmured, blushing as he realized just how childish the request sounded, not to mention how foolish he must look getting so worked up over a drink order, of course acknowledging how weird it was only made him blush that much deeper, the redness of his face contrasting well with his sky blue hair, "And...uh, to eat I'll just...have...the uh..." the boy stalled, glancing down at the menu, but feeling like he couldn't open it and start looking at it<em>now</em>, especially now that he was pulling the girl's attention away from her other customers, "...I'll just have the special..." the boy finally said, giving an awkward smile. Of course he had no idea what the special even was, but he figured hey, it's a restaurant, they had to have a special of some kind right? That seemed like a thing that would probably exist right? It's not like the cafe didn't have a proper chef yet and barely had time to finalize it's menu let alone work on specials right? He definitely wouldn't look like an idiot picking that...right?