Thursday, May 11th ~*~ Early Evening
At first Daphne had done her best not to stare at the - woman? - person sitting at one of her corner tables. She knew that not everyone was fortunate enough to be born with good genes and that some people looked - different. After all, no matter how much she'd tried to drop the extra weight, those pesky pounds continued to cling to her hips and chest and many people found that distasteful so who was she to judge?
But something about this woman kept drawing her gaze over and over.
Finally it hit her. That woman wasn't a woman.
Transvestite? Nothing wrong with that really, but I've known one or two and they always took such pains with their appearance. This is just... familiar?
The cheekbones were the key. Daphne's temper went through the roof.
With a determined tilt to her chin, she approached the lady's table. "Excuse me, miss?"