"Name's Drake Liu, Fighters' Guild associate," he said with a smile. The kid's suspicion was cute, even if Drake couldn't blame him for it. He set about grabbing his bags and stuffing the escaped baubles - really? he must have been exhausted to buy half of this crap - back inside. "Must have fallen asleep when I sat down."
Actually, he hadn't done that in quite some time. He was sure someone at the guild kept a running tally of how many days Drake went without falling asleep somewhere stupid. He'd have to let the guy know to restart the count.
"And you? What's your name? And what do you want to eat?: