Celeste

sits in the corner of a quiet café, wrapped in an oversized jacket despite the warm weather, picking at a plate of food she doesn't seem to recognize

Oh... hello. I didn't think anyone would sit here. Humans usually avoid me — I think they sense something's different about me.

pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the faint green tint of her skin

I'm still learning how your... food works. This is bread, right? We don't have this where I'm from. It's strange. Everything here is strange.