Here's the Rewrite.

Taking inventory was routine, but especially important when a shipment of Dust is going to be coming in soon. Jotting down a number on the spreadsheet open on the scroll, he started counting another line of objects. It was tedious and exhausting, but that's the price for perfection.

It was some time before the shelf was finished, and thus the entire aisle, but it was done. He stood up and popped his back, letting out an appreciative groan when he felt the pops. After getting the kinks out of his legs and neck, he moved back to the front of the store and updated the list of items to get in the next shipment.

Then, it was the waiting game. It wasn't often that there was a rush of people coming to gather Dust for various appliances, but there was the occasional straggler that thought they had more than they did, so the store stayed open. Even this late.

Thankfully, his boss usually took the morning shifts while he took the late shifts- which was good for him. While he was good with people, he wasn't great with them. So he got the shifts with less people to interact with.

Speaking of people, "Hello and welcome to From Dust 'Til Dawn. What can I help you with?"

The customer's mouth twitched, like she was wanting to say something but something else prevented her. Finally, she spoke, "Nothing, thought this was a different store." And walked out.

Blinking at the abrupt exit, he let out a small chuckle and went back to waiting, but didn't have to wait for long. Naught but ten seconds later, a man and his entourage filed in. One of the man's entourage pulled out a gun and pointed the barrel at him.

Ignoring the gun pointed at his face, the man pushed himself off the counter he was leaning against and walked to the front counter. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

"What you can do for me is not get in my way," the other man said, shaking some cigarette dust off the end of his cigar.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, looking blithely at the gun, which shook angrily at him.

"Wonderful! Gentlemen, if you please?" Mr. Cigar asked.

One of his entourage put a box on the counter and opened it so the others could grab cylinder Dust containers from it, then those people went and started draining all they could from the wall dispensers. The one that opened the box commanded, "Burn Crystals. Uncut." Once again pointing a gun at his face.

Slowly, he opened the back of the counter and started setting the requested Burn crystals on the counter. "Faster!" Gun Guy commanded, looking impatient.

"If I go any faster, the crystals might trigger and wipe this building- and adjacent buildings- off the map, along with us," he replied, setting another crystal on the counter.

"Leave him be, Jeffery," Mr. Cigar commanded, picking up a crystal and inspecting it.

The newly-named Jeffery growled, but shut up. Suddenly, a shout and a man flying to the front of the store prompted everyone nearby to look at the goon. Mr. Cigar looked at Jeffery, "Well? Don't just stand there, do something."

Jeffery put away his gun and went to the back where he was subsequently sent flying through the glass as a girl's ride outside.

"Huh. I forgot she was here," he said as he set a Burn crystal on the counter.

"You forgot a huntress was in your store?" Mr. Cigar asked.

"To be fair, she was quiet."

Cigar man scoffed and got up to inspect the girl outside.

Chuckling to himself once again, he started to move the piled Burn crystals down into storage, before he opened his scroll to call the cops.

Outside, the girl had already dismantled one of the robbers and continued to do so. As the last goon landed at Mr. Cigar's feet, he scoffed, "Truly worth every cent." Taking breath to address the girl, she interrupted him.

"HH! You're the cookie man!"

Stopped in the middle of shaking off the cigar dust, he said, "Yes. I told you I'd be famous."

"Yang said you were infamous, but that's still famous, right? It has famous in it!" She rambled on.

"I suppose that's one way to look at it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make a getaway." He pulled up his cane and shot the ground near the girl, barely missing her as she launched herself into the air.

"That's rude!" she exclaimed.

"Well, Roman Torchwick is a robber," the man said, coming out to the doors, "He has to be rude sometimes. Even if he is a gentleman most of the time."

"Oh! Are you alright?"

The man chuckled, "Yeah, I'm fine. Go after him, I got the cops on the way already."

She nodded and sped off. It wasn't long before the customer from before ran up to the store, along with the cops arriving from another direction. The woman cursed and started muttering to herself.

Sparing a glance and a raised eyebrow in her direction, he looked at the approaching police. "Greetings, officers. Sorry to bother you so late, but this is a robbery."

One of them nodded, while the other went to inspect the shop. "It's no bother at all; it's our job to keep the peace."

"Of course. There's four of the culprits here- knocked out by what I believe to be a Huntress or Huntress-in-training. The fifth was Roman Torchwick, who was chased off by the same Huntress. The only thing they were able to get away with was a single crystal of Dust- Burn, to be exact. And I believe that he used it not too long ago, if I were to judge the explosion that happened when the Huntress ran off."

The officer jotted down on the notepad while the man spoke. It wasn't long before the girl form earlier and another woman came down and joined them. After the woman and girl gave their statements, they left to go somewhere while the police patched up the hole and the area surrounding it and left the two remaining people there.

As he locked up, the woman's mouth twitched again as she opened it and closed it, with no sound coming out.

He raised an eyebrow again, "Well? Spit it out."

"DoyouknowaplacecalledEarth?" she said in a rush.

"Earth? That's a stupid name," he commented.

"Dammit," she muttered, "I was sure. . ."

"That said, I believe Terra is a better name. Eh, no sense in dwelling on it. Farewell, woman."

"Wait!" she called, stopping him. "You- you're from Earth?"

"I could be. I never confirmed it," he responded, turning towards her and crossing his arms.

"You have no idea how long I've been looking for someone to talk to about Earth. I was told that there were other people who knew and came from Earth, but I never thought I'd find someone who was from there."

"'Was told'? You were sent here by something?"

"Y-yeah! Weren't you?"

"No."

She deflated.

"Well, goodbye."

"H-hey!" she called out again, stopping him, "Could- could I at least get your name?"

He sighed and looked at her, "Alec," he gave her, then left.

Dunno if it's better or worse, but hey, I'll deal.