Beauden sighed. He had known he had little to no hope of passing, but it was only now truly hitting him that he had failed. That he'd likely never achieve his dream.
He supposed that he was just lucky he had a fallback.
The small cafe's sign was faded, and one of the double doors wouldn't close properly, but it would do for now.
He set the short sword into the display case slowly.
The door chimed, and he turned to welcome his first customer.
Robyn watched as the brunette followed routine. Everything was timed the same, as always.
A mistake was made, but easily corrected.
As a chime sounded, she stepped up.
But not without removing a few locks first.
Iris stepped into the small cafe.
And immediately stepped out. Wrong building.
The police officer watched her quizzically.
She stepped into the next building.
A chime sounded.
She stopped, and her face morphed as if disgusted.
The cafe had been redecorated.
Nonetheless, it was close enough to the norm that she paid it little heed.
It wouldn't do to have a repeat of the Tukson incident.
The poor man hadn't been willing to so much as reorder the books in his shop for years after that...
The door chimed again.
Quartz hated prisons. They never smelled right.
Of course, they were also incredibly stupid half the time.
He was called. He lifted his cuffs.
The guard stepped up, as they always did.
The man had no time to react.
AN
Short chapter is short.
But that's fine.
Yup.
Next chapter is where the story actually get's started! (Hopefully)