<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/1448j0x.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name~</strong> Lamia Montrose<br/><strong>Job~</strong><br/>(https://s3.postimg.org/rpc6kueub/banners1.png)<br/>(https://s3.postimg.org/zcg1l6iwj/banners2.png)<br/>  (https://s15.postimg.org/sdei37eiz/banners6.png)<br/><strong>When~</strong> 9/17 early morning<br/><strong>Tagging~</strong> Mara<br/><strong>Side Note~</strong> No note for this post.<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lamia thought about the customers who had come into the cafe this morning and wondered if they would all become regulars. That would be great but it was still to be seen whether or not they would continue to come. The service they received must be excellent and the food tasty and delicious. It seemed like Artemis wasn't familiar with cafes like this but hopefully he would return. One could only hope.<br/><br/>Mara happened to walk out of the kitchen with plates of food at the same time Lamia passed by and he tilted his head to the side. "Are you alright, Mara?" He asked, feeling something amiss. She seemed fine on the outside but it was like something wasn't quite right, as if her usual sunny disposition was a little dampened. But then again, it could have just been his imagination. "Do you need anything before I disappear again? I have to check in with the others in a few."<br/><br/>Lamia told her and waited to see if Mara needed him. He'd sensed the flow of time being interrupted before because he'd been in the middle of walking and then suddenly had lurched forward out of nowhere a second later. It almost felt similar to when he teleported somewhere. If he remembered correctly, Avynn had said someone at the cafe could control time. But he couldn't quite remember who it had been, had it been Mara? Or could it have been someone else?</span>