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"I'm planning on doing a lot of shopping at your store," the man says, annoyingly rapping his fingers against the counter in a bid for your attention. He's not getting it.
"Uh huh," you say lazily as you flick the display of your omni-tool, and continue your crossword puzzle. What's a seven-letter word for medicinal salve? you wonder.
"So, you see," the customer continues, "perhaps we could work out some sort of discount for--"
"No discounts, no exceptions," you say without moving your eyes from the game. Bandage? Seven letters, but not exactly a salve ...
"Excuse me," the man says, his voice more stern and impertinent than before. "I don't think you understand what I'm asking. See, you wouldn't be giving me the discount for free. In exchange, I'd offer your store an endorsem--"
"Look," you huff, swiftly disconnecting from your game. "If you want something, the sales terminal is right there. Prices are non-negotiable. They're non-negotiable to the Volus, who think of haggling like a religious rite, they're non-negotiable to the politicians, who think they own this entire space station, and they're non-negotiable for you ... whoever you are." You look up from your arm and see the man's face for the first time. He looks haggard, like he's been alternating a good sleep and a good shave every other day.
"But," the man replies, confusion apparent in his eyes. "I'm Commander Shepard."
Just one more Alliance muckety-muck who thinks proclaiming his rank to a civilian actually means something, you think. "Listen Commander Cheffard--"
"Shepard," he quickly corrects. "Commander Shepard."
"Well, whoever you are," you continue impatiently. "Buy something, or get lost before I call C-Sec over here. Don't think I won't."
The man opens his mouth to speak, but changes his mind. Instead, he just shakes his head at you and moves on.
Finally, you think, moving your eyes back to the crossword.
Suddenly, you realize what you were missing. Medi-gel! you think enthusiastically. You fill the seven-letter answer into your puzzle, feeling quite pleased with yourself.
The next day, you notice only a few customers shopping at your terminals, a far cry from the hordes of patrons that generally flock to what's widely known as the most successful store on the Citadel. You decide to ignore the lull for three days more, but on the fourth, decide to take action.