<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>17 September, morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John Smith, Artemis, Rui, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><br/>The inspector maintained his professional composure, but did succumb in requesting a coffee. Unable to resist, Mara grinned widely. Giving a tiny nod, she pressed her lips together. “Good choice, sir. I trust you won’t be disappointed.” The tone of his voice was more pleasant that strictly-business. As such, Mara softened and gave another smile to him. It’d be difficult having to work without any kind of reprieve, especially while at a cafe such as this. Mara didn’t think she had the discipline to stay completely focused and say no to delectable treats or a creamy cafe au lait. Plus, she’d probably get to talking to people and not do her job.<br/><br/>With that, Mara snapped out of her reverie and continued on to the next table. The younger man, who’d asked about the specials. Giving him a sweet smile, she said, “The special this morning is either Smoked Salmon Hash or fresh sticky cinnamon rolls. They get made a few times per week and simply cannot be missed.” She leaned her hand on the table and stage-whispered, “They’re the size of a child’s head, no joke!” Chuckling, her amusement continued as the lad looked her over and again took a gander at her horns. It was a bit unsettling, not being used to anyone looking at her curiously at all. Mara coached herself internally to be cool- he was just curious and he was obviously fae of some kind. She was safe here. This was her turf, fae turf. Plus, there was an inspector nearby.<br/><br/>“Someone like me, huh? I don’t think I’m all that strange or unusual.” She said with a good-natured laugh. As he continued to say things that embarrassed himself more than they did her, Mara had to bite back a laugh. Her laughter died and her smile faltered as he mentioned her deviant legs, so glaringly<em>human</em>. So different from her unhuman and yes, non-demonic horns. Her face paled as she thought of a way to explain. How to explain that her legs were her own doing? Her very shapely, very human legs were the distinct reason she stood here today, ostracized from her family and clan. Licking her suddenly dry lips, her left hand raised to her left horn, index finger tracing a rune along its ridges.<br/><br/>And just like that, time stopped. It would only stop for upwards of 30 seconds, but it was long enough for Mara to bite back the tears stinging behind her eyelids and to suck in a breath. He didn’t know. His question was, while stammering, perfectly innocent. Feeling the tingle of time returning, Mara plastered on a polite smile.<br/><br/>Seeing a bird fly by the window, Mara looked at Artemis and said mildly, “You’re right, I’m no demon. I’m a faun! I hail from the highlands. The Capra Clan. I’ll be right back to find out if you’d like the special. I’m going to get coffee going.” Mara hustled off to the coffee stand, tucking behind the grand espresso machine. Grateful for its shelter, Mara busied herself with preparing a fresh mug of coffee for Inspector Smith and Artemis. As the coffee brewed, she set out to prepare a fresh cup of rose tea for Rui, all the while thinking of Artemis’ innocuous question. It wasn’t that he wondered what she was. That was inconsequential. Mara thought about it, wondering what triggered her. Chuckling to herself as she realized she had indeed been triggered, she realized it was the glance and mention of her legs. Well, that was her fault. She ought to wear pants while around fae. They’d notice her incredibly incongruous and conspicuously different legs. It was only natural someone would ask. She had non-demonic horns and human legs. What the hell was she, indeed! She was a disgrace and a disappointment, that was what.<br/><br/>Shoulders sagging a bit, she shook her head, brown hair tousling. No. She’d done what she’d wanted and now was living with the consequences. Oddly, she was starting to actually enjoy her life now that she could be “out” while at the cafe. It was time to get over the fact that her clan had disowned her. It was time to live in the present.<br/><br/>And the present included coffee that was very much ready to be poured. Not wanting to present overbrewed coffee after hyping it so hard, Mara snapped to it, pouring the cups and loading them on her tray. Out she went, delivering tea and coffees to Rui, Artemis, and John.