Logan perched on the stool in Caritas, his nerves all but shot. He'd been told that this was a good place to go for answers-that the owner could somehow 'read' people and give them an idea of what path they should be on.
He hadn't told anyone he was headed here. Hell, he could barely admit to himself that he wanted to start figuring out his future. It was almost a foreign concept.
Back in Neptune, he'd been... well, content wasn't the word. But all the same, he'd been okay with the idea of just living off his trust fund. It had been hard to picture doing anything in the future. He certainly didn't want to be in show business, like his bastard of a dad. Or part of corporate America, like the rest of his friends' dads. So he just was. There was no worrying about the future, no 'what do I want to be when I grow up?'
Now, he had no choice but to figure things out. He had to choose a major soon or risk getting stuck in school for longer than he'd like, working at that damn cafeteria job.
He'd been warned that the crowd was a bit... different here. He glanced around, taking in the rainbow of skin tones and the wide array of horns, elf-like ears, eyes in strange places.
Just really good make-up and prosthetics, right? Maybe this was crowd just hadn't realized that Halloween was still 5 months away.
He wasn't going to let himself consider the alternative. He had already encountered too many unexplained oddities since his arrival here. He wasn't quite sure he was ready for yet another bizarre, unexplained occurrence.
"Excuse me," he said to the man with green skin as he walked by. "Could you tell me where the owner is?"
There. It was best that he found the owner as quickly as possible, did whatever was required to get his 'fortune' read and got out. This was probably a terrible idea anyway. Probably just another dead end when it came to finding a 'life path.'