I walk into a random restaurant after a long day of exploring the city. I had no idea what this restaurant even served but it smelled good and that was good enough for me. I was wearing a black shirt with an emerald green tiger on it. It was flared on the sides and had tank-top type sleeves. Under it I had on my short jean shorts. My long red hair was up in a pony tail with wisps coming out on the sides. It was about noon as I looked around for a place to sit. I see a bar area and smiled. With my fake idea in hand, I was glad I looked older than I was. Part of not actually being human I guess. I just looked like a fresh, 21 year old, though maybe slightly ignorant still. I walk over to the bar and slide into one of the stools easily, my tan legs crossing under the bar. I lift my dark sunglasses to rest on top of my head.