Joanne was having her usual eight o’clock coffee when the diner door opened. A man entered and ordered breakfast before sitting at a nearby table. Taking in his surroundings, his mouth fell open as he noticed the other customers – the fauns in the corner, the centaur reading the newspaper. A newcomer, Joanne thought, watching him over her mug. This should be interesting.
Finally the man’s gaze fell onto her. “Looks like we’re the only normal ones here,” he said.
Joanne smiled at him, revealing her sharp teeth. “It’s the full moon tonight,” she replied, “so I wouldn’t be so sure.”