The Nightfox at the Coffee Shop

[Karna Ramesha]

Naboo

Karna stuck his massive hands deep into the bucket to feel for the rag. The wonderful feeling of warm water barely fazed his normal face, which looked at the messiest of tables. Every week there appeared to be some prankster who bought a whole bunch of food and left a tiny tip for the waiter. The mess wasn't really the issue as it came with owning an establishment for food. However the tip was in fact the problem. For such a mess and time spent tending to their wants and needs, one would expect a fair price. He only sighed, unable to get mad nowadays. It wasn't really a bother to him specifically anyways. The canine in him was always so full of energy after all. It was his other staff members possibly having to deal with it that bothered him. Karna got over it soon enough and stepped towards the table.

He stopped all of a sudden to peek outside. The streets were lit up in the dark, chaotic night in silence. That silence is what he longed for. His coffee shop was usually quiet like this in the evenings. Not even his staff talked that much. That was most likely due to the late hours of working, for those who desired to stay after dark, their energy lost. Coffee was a simple fix to that though he wouldn't reccomend it as a solution. Karna wasn't a fan of being serious all the time but he cared for his staff like they were his family. Essentially though, they really were his family. Most people would do anything for a family member and he was kinda at that point. The men and women that came to work with a kind face and attitude made him feel good about himself. Well, feel good about whatever was left of himself. They filled that void in a way. After enjoying the his little break, he decided it was time to get back to work.

One plate at a time he collected them all and placed them in a cart. Silverware set to the side and the glassware and plates in the larger compartment. He grabbed the cart by its pulling handle and rolled it back to the kitchen where he would transfer the dirty dishes to a large sink. For a small coffee shop it wasn't too bad design-wise. The old men even lived here upstairs with other facilities included. Now the story behind its design was one thing but how he even acquired it was another, and more interesting. That could be saved for some other time though. Karna left the dishes in the sink and placed the glassware and silverware in a second sink. He walked out of the kitchen to make his way back to the table. "Ray, go clean those dirty plates, please. I'll watch the front while I'm getting this table." His coworker simply nodded and went on his way.

Ray was the only worker still at the shop right now. It was already fairly late in the evening so the rest took their leave and headed home. He was a dedicated worker when it came to Karna's coffee shop. Leaving only after the work had been completed, but staying out of his boss's way. Karna made sure he was rewarded for being such a great worker. It only felt right if he treated him just as good back. He started wiping the table, the final one for the night. Of course he serve anyone if they were hungry or thirsty, especially alcoholic beverages. He loved spreading the fun of morning headaches and upset stomachs.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

It was late, the streets of Naboo were quiet. Into the shop however, an armored, heavily armed figure strode. However, she didn't seem to be up to any trouble. The short figure was relaxed, hands well away from the weapons, each one stored properly. Helmeted head looks around the room, and finally, the sithling slides up to the counter. Voice comes out from the filter. It was a melodic voice, but for a perceptive person her younger age could be told through it. “Are you still open? If so, can I get some coffee?” Fingers drum on the counter top a bit. The girl was scanning the place, making sure it was safe for her, using the technology built into her suit and the powers of the Force.


Once she felt settled, the girl took off her helmet, and laid it on the counter top, revealing her light brown skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, as well as the dark brown freckles on her face. Eyes were large, inquisitive, but also very much conveyed a feeling of she knew how to use each of the many weapons she had on her body. Around her was draped a black cloak, made of baffleweave. Head tilts to the side causing some strands of her hair to fall in her face.

She studied the older man in front of her in a curious manner. “Should I get a table?” For some reason, this man seemed to interest her. Though it could just be she was bored, or lonely or any number of other reasons to be fair. She was clearly alone, and from the armor, probably often alone.

[member="Karna Ramesha"]

 

[Karna Ramesha]

A bell rung right above the door when a late customer came through. It alerted Karna and he turned quickly, not because he was suspicious of an attack but the noise was a little too sharp for his ears. Everytime it rang he kinda flinched due to that. He was still happy even while suffering some pain since a customer was about to taste his beverages. The one who'd entered his shop today was an interesting one if single word came to mind. All armored up and coming in to drink? Saying that something like this hasn't ever come up would make him a liar. However he was sure someone with her height and armor hadn't visited his shop. Assuming it was in fact a girl, or that'd make it a very short guy. Although, a man wearing armor appeared more often than a female. Their voice would reveal that soon enough so he gave up that thought after they approached the counter.

Karna cocked his head when she spoke through the helmet's filter. Much like a dog would when spoke to in an abnormal voice. It wouldn't be his first time hearing someone talk with a helmet on but what made him cock his head was the fresh voice. The number couldn't quite be found in his mind but he suspected she was of the newest generation. Seeing younger people made him happy in a way. When his face looked a little younger he spent a great deal of time with younger people. Not that 30 was an old look, he simply matured a lot since then. Hanging around people like that in his current state of mind probably wouldn't end well anyway. Ray, his coworker, was in his thirties as well and so were the other employees. They weren't necessarily hired due to their age but he sought out mature individuals. Dangerous people came in often too, he didn't want to endanger some kid.

"Certainly," he answered both questions and grabbed a glass. As the coffee brewed in his fancy machine, he watched her take off her helmet. Karna analyzed her face, still flawless and younger than he could've predicted with voice alone. He laughed when she asked about getting a table. "Do they not let you sit at the bar in the other restaurants?" Karna suspected she wished to drink and talk together but he joked when given the opportunity.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]