The door to the Sunbucks slammed closed, echoing the chime of a tiny bell. Razmir immediately shuffled to hide behind the closest pillar, and scanned the room for alternative exit routes. He caught two, though one might have been the lavatory. In the process, he gained a headcount of about a dozen customers.
He risked a glance, pulse rising as he caught a glimpse of armored boots crashing into the street. The hunter those boots were attached to didn't seem to see Razmir, however. His T-shaped visor scanned the street for several extended moments during which Raz distinctly thought his life would be ended not by a blaster bolt but stress-induced heart failure. But as was his fortune, the hunter shook his head and blasted away on his jetpack.
Razmir exhaled a deep breath he'd held, but jerked in surprise when the bored voice of a barista finally broke through the adrenaline in his system.
"Will you be ordering to go or to stay?"
"To sta-" Raz began, but caught the glimpse of something interesting as he stole another glance at the street.
"To-go, actually. Two cups."
The barista nodded and typed in his order.
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Razmir sauntered up to the ramshackle kiosk, two cups of caf in hand just as the last customer departed, seemingly satisfied. In the time it had taken for both cups to be prepared and paid for, he'd counted at least ten different customers stopping by to get their fortunes read.
"Hey there," he started, pushing one of the cups to the whiphid's side of the kiosk desk. He wasn't sure if Whiphids drank the stuff, but with a chain as big as Sunbucks, he figured there'd be enough additives to make it palatable to any species' stomach.
"I'd, uh, like to have my fortunes read," he continued, leaning on the desk as he took a sip, pausing a beat, then tried his best charming smile.
"And, if it's not too much trouble, one con-man to another you know, how do you do it? Get so many people to stop by, I mean."
Velok Brokentusk
