You were human.

Human, in a world where 'monsters' and humans are constantly at odds.

That is, in some places. Usually, in more liberal areas such as big cities, things are pretty much okay. You hear the occasional horror story- human yelling slurs at werewolves in the streets, possibly refusing a nymph service at a restaurant-

So for your whole life, you assumed things were the same everywhere. But you were so, so incredibly wrong.

You didn't find that out until you moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

People literally committed hate crimes out here. There had been shootings. You were genuinely considering just leaving, so you don't have to be around this kind of thing.

But today you were just going about your own business. You were off work, heading to a restaurant. You walked in, and realized it was one of the few places around here that wasn't actively hostile towards monsters.

You saw a monster couple in the booth next to yours, and they seemed pretty nice. One was a Fae, the other a Nixie. The Fae man was plump, with dark skin and long, flowing, frizzy russet hair. He had six reddish-brown eyes, four arms, and the ears, tail, and antlers of a deer, with small grey wings. He was grinning, showing off sharp fangs, and blushing at something the Nixie had said.

Meanwhile, the Nixie man in question had short, fluffy black hair, deep brown skin, and aquamarine eyes. He had blue scales peeking out from under his sleeves, and his ears were slightly fin-shaped to a keen eye. He had a long tail swishing behind him, blue on coloring and scaly, his hands webbed thinly. He was chatting animatedly, a teasing look on his face.

A bearded man came in through the door, and he saw them almost instantly. He started yelling swears, both cursing them out and judging the owner of the establishment for letting them in. They looked...very uncomfortable.

You stood up, and told the man to back off. He didn't, so you started throwing utensils at his face until he ducked out of the restaurant.

You started picking them up, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked back, and saw the Nixie behind you, hand outstretched, the Fae behind him, looking nervous.

Victoire: "Uh...hey. That was cool of you."

Taylor: "Oh, uh, do I talk now? Oh- yeah! Yeah, that was super nice of you!"