It was a quiet day, a painfully quiet day, which Coltyn disliked greatly. He preferred it to be busy because a steady flow of patrons made for a swift shift, as well as a far more interesting day of work. But, no, not today. Today was going to be slow, long, and, most likely, boring, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Nothing at all, he thought as he made his way through the main dining room, taking note of the cafe's only two customers - a dashing, young man and an older gentleman - sitting near the front window.
In an effort to make the most out of the situation, the young Ravokian decided to take up a spot on the patio and watch those who passed by. He found that by doing this he gained a better understanding of the shop's patrons, their comings and goings, their general habits. This, in turn, helped him to be a better guard. Well, at least he felt it did. Zinto, his direct report, would probably disagree, but, then again, he usually disagreed with everything Coltyn said, thought, or did.
Settling on a table close to the main entrance, he waited and watched, waited...and...watched. It was a slooooow day all around, not just in the shop. The city itself seemed quieter than usual.
Where is everyone? he wondered as he tilted his chair back and listened to the wood squeak under his weight. That darn storm really put a nasty kink in things, he thought as his attention was drawn to a lovely, fair-haired citizen. I guess there's less coin these days for unnecessary luxury items such as coffee and cookies, he continued to ponder as the female passed by him and made her way toward the entrance of the shop.
"Allow me," he offered as he opened the door for her. She looks familiar, he thought as he returned to his seat, having bolted from it upon her arrival.
A few minutes later, with a drink in hand, she returned to the patio and took a seat by the water. He hadn't heard her exit the shop; otherwise, he would've helped her with the door. Clearly, in the moment, his attention had been elsewhere.
Okay, it had been specifically focused on a gang of dark-haired, well-built, Ravokian men - who had decided it was a tad too warm for their tunics and shirts - but, well, they were...uh...making a bit too much noise and he wanted to make sure that they weren't going to cause any trouble. Yeah. That was his reason for watching them so closely. That's right. Potential trouble. Potential...
Damn, their skin looks so smooth...and tan...and...licka...er...trouble. That's right. They look like trouble. I better make a mental note to keep an eye out for them, he redirected his thoughts, wondering if anyone caught him watching them as they sauntered by the shop.
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