[There's something reassuringly familiar about some of the back streets in this place. Eclectic and noisy, the sides of the street lined with booths and tents with goods piled up on tables, aliens shouting advertisements in a plethora of languages. It's comfortable, and even if Cassian isn't particularly in the market for anything, he tends to spend a lot of time in any one of the permanent street markets.
It's raining, today, but with weak, watery sunlight streaking through the drops, and he pauses just under the edge of the awning at a fruit vendor, buffing off some kind of local fruit on his sturdy, functional jacket. Dark eyes scanning around, he takes a bite, winces a little as his teeth cut the sour rind and sink into the sweet core. He's chewing when he catches eyes with a young man around his age, dark haired and dark eyed. For just a moment, he holds eye contact, just long enough to register the faint hint of recognition before he drags his gaze downward. Even in a place that offers as many distractions as this one, Cassian knows the value of being unobtrusive.]
v. wildcard; hope this is okay!
It's raining, today, but with weak, watery sunlight streaking through the drops, and he pauses just under the edge of the awning at a fruit vendor, buffing off some kind of local fruit on his sturdy, functional jacket. Dark eyes scanning around, he takes a bite, winces a little as his teeth cut the sour rind and sink into the sweet core. He's chewing when he catches eyes with a young man around his age, dark haired and dark eyed. For just a moment, he holds eye contact, just long enough to register the faint hint of recognition before he drags his gaze downward. Even in a place that offers as many distractions as this one, Cassian knows the value of being unobtrusive.]