Sighing I looked at the clock. Still one more hour til I finished work. God I hated the Mundane repetitiveness of serving people. Always trying to smile even though I knew what they were thinking. That's not to say I could read their thoughts no that power was best left to the witches. No it was more I could smell it on them.Every day it was the same. humans, they had a sixth sense when it came to things that just didn't fit in. While they smiled on the outside, they could tell that there just wasn't something right about me. I placed the empty plates on the counter turning back to wipe down the table my last customers had just vacated. It was 2am in a small diner just outside of town. Mostly truckers and out of towners stopped in which suited me fine since everyone in town tended to steer clear of me. Like I said humans and their sixth sense."Raven, that was the last of em start closing up then you can go home."
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