Birth of the Cool (Evie Choi)

[Za'in]

Coruscant was a world of movements. Air lanes above the unheralded depths of it's planet were bombarded with speeders. Traffic seemed more like segments of an art gallery pictorial. No world besides Coruscant held such eloquence above, providing a deep contrast of organized chaos amidst the sky. Surrounding the hustle and bustle were skyscrapers that windows stared at the world. Yet only tourist recognized the gem that ravaged the high city, meanwhile the citizens dwell in the hardened truth of the inner and suburbias of the worldly metropolis.

Sectors, upon sectors, districts upon district compounded to become a world of it's own. Gangs took over territories, meanwhile only blocks away the lavish elegance of a restaurant relished in the payments of high-class customers. Contrast was not a word that could aptly describe the deep difference along the world.

In all of the unique diversity were numerous corporation and embassies. Albeit many tourist ventured to the Imperial City, there was also the face of power in the galaxy that came in venture for more. However, it was not unusual to find workers buzzing about the quarters of corporations hoping to earn a hard days pay. Aratech Repulsor Company's Mechanic Shop was no different.

People ventured in and out of the shop throughout the day, and finally the night's sky called for the employee's exit. Albeit the company held a sworn allegiance to the Galactic Empire, many faces of numerous species scuffled out of the shop's doors. Species of all kind held a hand for engineering, especially on swoops and speeders, so very few were denied when qualified. Aratech was one of the few company's under the Empire's eyes that allowed such casual response to the xenophobist world, but it merited no signals. Instead it was simply ignored as their products continued to improve, and their shops quickly fixed broken cars.

Even though many left oiled, and perfumed with the stench of speeder engine and chemicals, there was one still inside. Pressed against a chair, his legs on a desk, a near-human flipped through a few documents. The night was young, and there was much room to be done for the manager, despite the disappearance of his customers and employees alike.

The unusually elegant, however natural, braids trickled from his head as he shifted restlessly about in his chair. He had been confined to it for hours on end, and he had only gotten started. Rarely did the pointy-eared man take so much time after work for such things, but those quick escapes for the door had stacked up in the form of papers. All he could do was frown in disdain and continue on. Work was work, and it kept his apartment's lights on.

"Frag! I hate this," he mused to himself and went on. Grabbing up a pen, he began scribing away at the meaningless work. One day he would get a secretary to do all the horrible work. Until then he would just grumble.

[Evie Choi]

Evie Choi sighed to herself as she stood peering down at the speeder whose brilliance of colour was still taking her by surprise, especially after she had just gotten it a few weeks ago. A hard task had been put ahead of her and she was in no mood to actually do what she had figured to do. She didn't ask for much in life, just a few good thrills, a feeling of being alive, and something to keep her blood pumping and body pumping with adrenaline, this speeder had been it when her work had been in a slump.

Damn, she thought to herself as she placed a hand on her hip feeling the cool night breeze lap by her and sent her black hair flying into her eyes and blinding her for a moment until she pushed it away with agitation. It was the quickest plan she had come up with in such a days notice. Just hours before she had been lounging in her beautiful serene apartment hearing her music blasting loudly as she cleaned her weapons after being too bored to do much of anything else. Her cat had been sleeping and she didn't feel like going out on thrill rides or clubs, sad to say she was tiring of the night life and that made her edgy. To her surprise she had gotten a phone call asking a favor from someone to go and hunt down a man by the name of Yousei. She hadn't learned much about the man except that he was half-human and owner of a mechanics shop. She was glad to accept the challenge, but work was down these days and she was wanting to at least get a good rise out of this next job.

Which was why she was so reluctant to destroy something that kept her alive and kept her entertained. Her bright red speeder. She was going to show her own mechanical sense that she had learned throughout the years and disable the motor and take it to the shop. It was the best way to meet the man, size him up, and figure out a good plan on how to take him out without leaving anything behind. Evie bit her lower lip and looked around at the nightlife that was wandering aimlessly, unaware of her plans. She looked at her speeder and gave it a nice pat on the seat and she said her goodbye's as if this were someone who had impacted her life greatly, but it was just a piece of metal and other particles. She grabbed her small knife out of the sheath hidden under her long black trench coat and bent down next to it and did a number on some wiring and on the engine itself.

Damn. She thought again. This guy better be good enough to fix it and he'd better be easy to kill.

[Za'in]

The caramel of Yousei's skin shined in all it's supreme beauty. He was a rarity amongst his kind. The cultured features that patterned his features were novel. From his hairstyle of Kashyyk root's, to his pointed ears. Over the tide of time he had seen numerous worlds and learned to embody their unique cultures. Yet time had changed, and here after nearly 204 years of existence he was stuck in a mechanic shop scuffling about to handle after-hour labor.

Throughout his office purred the seductions of Jizz music from a nearby cube, managing to keep him at balance as his frustration rose. All the repetition of his hand motion from the seemingly endless signatures and paper filing had gotten to him and without the murmur of the sweet tunes to his ears he would be lost amidst the annoyance. Pressing his hands to his pockets, he finally took to his reserve.

Yousei had finally gotten more than half-way done with the paper work, and instead he finally could relax. Bouncing from his seat, he headed out off the confined office into the buzz of droids wandering about handling a few minor mechanical dilemmas. Droids were not there for much more than minor situations, even they could not embody the social skills needed to accurately encounter costumers.

Most people were not fond of droids after the Clone War with the Separatist, and were the last objects they wanted to past during daily labor.

However, they came in handy, especially when small things needed to be carried out.

"T-42. Get me one of those nuna burgers. I'm starvin," Yousei demanded. In moments time the droid was gone and into the shop's kitchen to gather up the goods.

[Evie Choi]

Evie stood up and placed the sharp brilliant knife back into the holster that was strapped to her thigh, hidden away from sight by her long coat that only added to her stature and dark appearance. She bit her lower lip and looked over her shoulder to the mechanical shop that was a glow and showed her that nobodywas in there except the person hidden away behind mounds of paper work and a desk. That must've been her target and she was more than happy to walk over there and act like a person in need. One thing she had learned in her hard line of work was to fake problems and act. Her life and her job depended on it, but nowadays she was just lucky enough to even find a decent job with good pay, after all what she was doing could end her life.

Evie took notice to the other people who were around her, which wasn't very many passerbys considering the night life didn't happen around this part of town. When she figured it was safe she lifted her chin and headed across the street over to the shop that glowed in the darkness of the town like a lonely tattoo parlor whose sign resonated all around. It was a quiet night, just the way she liked it when sizing someone up and when she was on a job, enough chaos insued when killing someone so any other hassles seemed to complicate matters.

Evie bit her lower lip and managed to get to the door and swing it open, allowing her eyes to adjust to the bright light that not even her sunglasses coudl shut out. She heard her footsteps resonate through the quiet shop, her black boots being clunky always made a noise when in a tiny open area. She saw the person behind the desk, hearing an unfamiliar type of music drowning out the sound of her boots. She wondered how tall he was, what he looked like, how his personality was...after all this was very important in the process of killing. She smiled happily and leaned against the desk, shocked to see the dark skin and the pointy ears. Who was he? She had never seen this kind of species before.

"Evening." She said lowly, her dark sunglasses covering her eyes allowing her to quickly look him up and down. "You aren't closed for the evening are you?" She gave a small smirk, this was going to be fun.

[Za'in]

Instincts told Yousei to say no, but courtesy said otherwise. If only he could listen to his instincts as his Master had told him long ago he would have avoided the whole situations. Maybe he would even have died a happy man on a mission or something, but instead he was at a mechanic shop during late hours, dealing with a strangling customer.

"No, were open," Yousei said, trying to no avail to flush his voice with happiness.

Quickly scuffling down the steps, he hurdled his way after the last one. The overalls he had come to accustom of wearing bounced in all it's looseness as he dropped to the hard surface and nearly was forced into a crouch by his own force. A joyous, and child-like grin broke his stern face as he glanced over at the new customer. Hopefully he could scare her away with all his weirdness.

Reserving his hands to his overall pockets, he strutted calmly over. In his ears he could still hear the muse of the Jizz music whispering from his office up stairs, and it allowed him to move at ease. It would be needed, rarely did customers wander at such hours. Instead they supplied all the business in the earlier parts of the day, leaving the crew to deal with all the problems into the night. If only he could take to a dash out the door, maybe he could avoid the whole labor altogether.

With a keen, wide smile he conserved the thought for later. Sliding his right hand from his pocket, he offered it for a handshake.

"How ya doin?" He asked, before quickly glancing around. The formalities were quickly taking cared of, but the situation at hand was either a speeder or directions. Yousei would be prefer the latter, especially at this time of the night.

Anyone that drifted into the shop would more than likely desire an aptly shape-up, so even glancing a speeder could break his heart. Sometimes, Yousei wondered why he even got the job.

"So, whats the problem?"

[Evie Choi]

Evie looked down at the hand through her dark large sunglasses still shielding her eyes from looking him up and down. He was tall, taller than she, and perhaps a bit large in size, either way she knew that she could still take him out by her skills in gunplay and knifing. She found his hand and looked down at it and gave a half grin. She pulled her own out of her pocket and grabbed his own giving him a firm, yet relaxed shake. When she let it drop she found his face again and let her smile drop. Either this man was very spunky, bored to tears, or a relatively happy guy. Evie was at least impressed by his greeting.

"I could be better." She said in response to his quick 'How ya doin' before moving on rather swiftly to cut to the chase of her being there at such a late hour. She reached her hand up to her sunglasses and pushed them ontop of her head, no need for these at the moment considering he hadn't looked disconcerned at her appearance, which wasn't a bad thing, but wasn't a good thing either.

"Well, my kind Mechanic, I had been riding around for a little kicks and giggles and to my...dismay," Evie glanced over her shoulder and out the door towards her speeder barely raising a hand to blindly point. "my wonderful speeder quit working on me!" She raised her eyebrows and met eyes with the fellow yet again. There was something about his appearance that mamde her grin, yet again. Perhaps it was his color, his ears, even his hair! But either way she wasn't liking the fact that she had smiled this much at their first meeting.

"Could you be a dear and take a peek at it for me? I would be forever grateful." Evie touched his arm at the beginning of her question, frowning softly in a sympathetic glance that was supposed to provoke empathy for her situation, but she honestly wasn't sure if that would work so well with him. Considering the circumstances she was new to this kind of meeting, usually she found her prey at dance clubs or gambling stations around the darker side of Coruscant, never had she met someone in an auto repair shop.

[Za'in]

After a quick trip outside, the near-human was left with only a smile. Yousei eyes gazed upon the speeder. It was a fine model, one of the more prestigious of Aratech most recent supplies. All the colors that coated it only made it more attractive, and it became obvious as to why she was here. No normal person would leave such an elegant display of auto expertise waste in the night. With a simple glance, he nodded at the customer and waved for the droids.

"Come on droids, drag this speeder in. We don't have all night!" He barked, but the droids moved no faster. They had been programed to motion at top speed, and even with a glitch here and there they managed to perform to the best of their abilities. It would not be any other away, they were surrounded by mechanics. A problem in their system would easily be changed if need be.

Before he knew it, the droids had prepared the lift and placed it in for further inspections. A quick observation would lead to a better understanding of the dilemnia. Most of the time woman had no clear comprehension of the engine's blueprint so an inquiry would gain nothing.

Yousei ran his eyes over the speeder's mechanics, carefully analyzing the engines problems and the other aspects clearly out of place. As he studied the mess, he nibbled habitally at the inside of his cheek. There was a certain strategic displacement in the frequency, and only a few wiring tricks would provide the neccessary restart. Reserving his hands to his pockets, he glanced over at the owner. As he had analyzed the car, he did so her. Yet it was only in a flash, and soon his eyes took the audience of droids that awaited their next command.

"Go get the tools."

A blink and the droids were in a stampede. Rushing from chamber to chamber, grabbing up the requested utensils. Yousei was purposely general in his command. Droids were keen and precise, as programmed, but a broad demand would leave them in a scamper. It provided the aged man with a chuckle. They would be shooting through the auto shop for a few more moments, but the initial burst was all the humor he could gain.

"So, what happened with your car?"

[Evie Choi]

Evie stood next to the mechanic keeping her eyes on him and not once looking away as she studied him precisely and accutarely, taking all the appearance she could that would give her some inclination as to what kind of person she was handling. She listened to the droids whir and zip by her as the man directed what he wanted to have done and what he needed to proceed with correcting the problematic speeder.

"Traffic lane debris." Evie responded to the man as she tilted her head and glanced briefly at the speeder a bit sad at the sacrafice she had made. She bit her lower lip and turned her attention back to the half-human and slit her eyes.

"I was speeding along and heard a little clunk in the engine and when I finally got down here...she died on me. My luck hasn't been that well recently so I figured it was coming." She figured that the droids would be a moment or so they never beating human intelligence and need for urgency. Sure they were equipped to do a human's job, but she wasn't too fond of droids or robotic life forms of any sort she felt they were taking over hard earned jobs. With the overpopulated planet growing faster than ever she wasn't enjoying the fact that jobs were being taken by things that were filled with scrap metal and wiring.

"Do you always work this late? I'd say it would be kind of boring, yeah?" She was making small talk to keep the mood upbeat and to collect a little information, the worst thing he could do was not respond or give her any information.

[Za'in]

"Nope."

Yousei heeded his oncoming frown, concealing it with a nervous smile. The man had exchanged conversation with many customers, but an uneasiness rested in his very being as he stood next to her. There was something awkward about her, but he decided to brush it off. Such auras quickly dispersed after conversation in the past, so this would probably be no different.

Grabbing on the suspenders of his overalls, he pressed them out as the droids finally returned from their scamper around the room. A smile parted his lips, allowing his teeth to shine as he began his way into the engine. Working out the kinks, his knelt body pivoted from side to side, arranging small parts.

"Whats ya name again, lady?" He asked, a rasp undertone touched with a soothing voice. Yousei talked to a number of people a day, and the grogginess of his tone was starting to set in. A nice sleep would keep it at bay, yet presently it was too much to wit hold. Even a moistened swallow would be an useless attempt. Labor had taken it's toll, in more ways than one.

"My name is Yousei," The pointy-eared humanoid said. Lifting his head from the hood he flushed his face with happiness as he grinned at the lady for a minute second.

[Evie Choi]

Evie felt something shift inside of her, her direct interest in the man for work purposes was trying to slide on her, she was actually caring for what this man's name was and how he was holding up so late at night. It was interesting but she quickly brushed it off to collect herself and keep this strictly business. Havingt him say his name slightly added more to the punch, she had seen his face in black and white, a limited biography on him, and a name that she had only read. Now she was standing in front of him, full beautiful color, three dimension, and she even heard him voice his own name. How it all quickly came together in a nice package that she hadn't truly imagined.

"Yousei?" She said again as if she had never heard it before in her life. "Well it is nice to meet you Yousei, I'm Evie. Evie Choi." She smiled warmly and stared at him.

[Za'in]

"Evie Choi, huh?"

Yousei let a smile crease the side of his lip as he delved back into the business. Talking during labor was far from abnormal, it was almost second nature to Yousei. It allowed the work to trail on faster, and made the process easier. Silence always managed to send a chill through his spine, especially when a figure stood beside him.

"New name...nice name. I like it," He said, shifting his wrist as he twisted one of the tools. Pushing the screw into place, he let his head back out for a good breathe of air. Grinning, he went back to work, his eyes carefully examining any loose wires that he had possibly mistaken for something else.

"Where ya from Evie?"

"Here, right?"

Yousei's head didn't even nudge as he spoke, his eyes trained on the numerous troubles that cluttered the engine. Albeit very minuscule, they would easily cause a stoppage in the road, and win air lines a repulsor's stop could lead to far more troubles than need be. People always came through with completely shattered speeders from sudden stops in the repulsor, leaving the speeder coming to a earthquaking halt after a bang to the ground.

A smile shivered his lips at the hilarity of it all. If only they took the advice on the HoloNet commercials, they would have taken annual check-ups.

Some people... he thought

[Evie Choi]

Evie smiled, unwillingly at that. She wasn't one to find her name sound so appealing, but apparently she did especially when her new mechanic said it. She shrugged it off and bit her lower lip as if pretending to not understand exactly what he was looking at and doing to her speeder. She was an illegal racer whenever she had nothing better to do and she was even her own mechanic, thankfully her adopted father had taught her a lot and hover craft and speeder parts were one of the many. She stepped over to him a little bit closer, any closer and she her left knee would have touched him. She purposely stood over him to make him uneasy, but she doubted it was working. She watched him work and it seemed to unphase him by having her so close and having her practically on top of him. Perhaps it did bother him, but yet he didn't show it. Evie was running out of options on how to read this man. He either hid it very well or he just wasn't paying any mind to her. This, she hated to say, she did not like.

Evie stepped beside him and squatted down making things a little bit more personal by being very close to him. She wondered if he'd say anything or give her a look that was to say Hey, back off.

"Thanks." She said after a moment too long of silence in response to his saying her name was different and that he liked it. She rarely heard that anymore so it was a compliment she was going to dwell on and enjoy for quite some time, even after he died. Evie moved on to his other question and drew in a deep breath.

"You are correct. Born and raised right here." She lifted her left eyebrow and looked over at him, her eyes finding his wild hair, his pointed ears, and his nice mouth. She gave a slanted grin and found his eyes. "How about you?" She restrained from giving him a compliment for she knew it was very unprofessional, but she was wondering how professional she was being when she was actually having a conversation that was diving into personal information. Not only from his side, but hers as well.

"Take no offense to this, Yousei," she paused momentarily and completely smiled. "but you don't look like the average human, or non-human, here on this planet." She looked away at the speeder and regained her thought process, thinking he was attractive wasn't something she was quite comfortable with thinking, but she was, however, goign to admit to herself that he was very different and she liked it.

"Matter of fact I have never seen anything like you. Not...saying that that is a bad thing." She found his face again and tilted her head waiting patiently on a response.

[Za'in]

She was close, and he liked it. She talked, and he liked it. Yousei rarely trusted people in his personal space, but a difference radiated about her as her knee nearly ran itself a long him. Everything from her head to her toe left a comfort, but also a contrast of shiver through his spine. Time, experience and wisdom had compounded to withhold all emotion, but inside he was almost overwhelmed.

When she finally braced herself for a question, he allowed a peak of a smile to perch itself on his lips. The brown of his eyes shifted to the side, allowing the light to shimmer off it in sheer elegance as he gazed upon her. Although he knew not to leer, he did give her a glance over and approval that only eyes could do. Even with his knowledge, it was hard to withdraw all attraction.

"Here?" Yousei paused, and glanced about as his head lifted out of the hood. Whipping his hands off with his shirt, he let his hair dangle over his eyes. The organized chaos mistaken for strands braided hair dangled over his vision as he took his eyes to his feet in thought.

It was hard to decipher an unclear way to describe his origins. In truth he had no clear understanding of his birthplace, but Coruscant had always been considered home. When the Jedi Temple stood, he was there as a child and as he grew he would always run from the park to it, like home. However, the Imperial Center was not home anymore...just a planet for refugee. There he could sleep, eat, and play under the Empire's nose without them having a single inkling about his presence.

Lifting his head from thought, he pocketed his hands and smirked at Evie. Man, when he saw her some things ran through his head.

"Corellia."

"So," He started, taking his eyes back to the car. "What are you gunna do after this is fixed?"

[Evie Choi]

Find a way to kill you. Evie looked at him and stood, her eyes unable to not take in his appearance once more. He was something she had never seen so therefor her interest had been piqued and she was like what she saw which, again, was causing her confliction. She shrugged her shoulder as if her task was unknown and that she was free to meander without a care, so she quickly thought of an answer that was half truth.

"Race, perhaps?" She shrugged yet again and glanced away for a moment to see her speeder. How long would it take to fix? She was sure it wouldn't take long depending on his experience, so it still wasn't enough time to know a sure fire way to get rid of him...sadly. "Not sure." She continued after a moment of being lost in thought. She looked back up to him and gave him a half smile that was meant to flatter, but she wasn't betting on it doing the job.

"I have been thinking of things to bide my time." Suddenly Evie realized that he could, at any moment, ask her her profession, after all that is all their conversations had been mainly a slight getting to know you basis. It wasn't like he was going to ask her out on a date! Evie felt her body cramp and stiffen at the very thought of that. Again her mind was wandering. Something she knew, being out of work for more than a month simply had taken its toll for her mind was seriously rusty and not as sharp as it had been before. Either she was rusty or she was getting old.

"How about you, waiting for another vehicle crisis to fix? Waiting to save another damsel in distress?" She winked at him and smiled.

[Ridwan Vars]

Delete this.

[Za'in]

A blush almost flushed his rushed expression, but he maintained a composure. Instead only a smile pressed his cheeks as he gazed on the woman once more. Evie was a woman of clear human beauty, and it left him on nerves. Yousei wasn't the one to be prone to mistakes, but she left his mind astray. On thoughts far from the restrictions of the Order, he forced himself back into his work.

Quickly a droid strolled up, handing him a single tool. Running his hand along the assortments of the engine and mechanics, he began twisting about his wrist to form perfection. Experience had combined with a talented mind, producing a compound of greatness. Few around the planet held the hand skills that he coupled in his right and left, leaving an amazement to the few customers that had come on name alone.

People did not expect such skill from an unique man. Few of his race existed across the galaxy, and those that did were not renown. He held features unlike any, despite his extremely close resemblance to a normal human. Despite his ears, he could easily blend, but he had those ears, he had that young face. Yousei had lived over nearly two centuries and did not look a day over 21.

"When I'm done with this," He began, his head still below the hood as he worked. The pointed-ears twitched as he spun his head ever so slightly, allowing her to catch his gaze. "I'm done with the shop for today. Hopefully I could get you a drink..."

[Evie Choi]

Evie looked at him, her eyes slit and a piece of her hair falling beside her cheek. She didn't expect her body to take such an effect at his question. Her stomach cramped, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't breathe. What made it worse was that she was actually thinking about saying yes. Oh if her mentors saw her now she'd be in severe trouble. She was a killer, cold blooded, mindless...in times like these all seh would have thought of is herself....yet...she was thinking too much of her prey.

"Are you asking me out?" She knew that was a silly question for it wasn't very specific. In her world a drink meant a drink, then a shag. Evie wasn't exactly sure if she was wanting to do any of that with Yousei, not saying she never would, but the situation was making it a bit uncalled for. Besides what would he say if she fessed up and told him that she had been hired by some Imperial Company that wanted him put away. The facts were unbeknownst to her at that exact moment since she was one who didn't want to get involved with personal vendettas or true reasoning behind it all...although she was hard and cold she still had a heart of the sorts. She still needed good reason to kill someone, but if she didn't know the reasoning then she could blow anyone to pieces without second thoughts.

Evei lifted her chin and grinned a bit too amused and pleased with herself to have actually been asked for a drink, her friends were away and she was tired of sitting around doing nothing of inmportance. A little socializing wasn't going to harm anyone, kinda. She wanted to laugh but she kept it stifled. She raised an eyebrow and let out a breath when she came to the conclusion.

"Why not." She stated honestly. She nodded and looked at him and let her guard down, barely. "A drink sounds nice." She was sure perhaps the morning after she'd be kicking herself, but that was tomorrow and this was now.

[Za'in]

Deformity shifted Yousei's face as he uncorked his eyebrow from it's position. A peak of interest consumed his mind as he gazed up at Evie from his bend. The sound of the engine bubbling hummed in his ears as his eyes became slits, his lids pressured with curiosity. Yousei frequently over thought things, and her choice of words were just another topic for his mind to fiddle with.

A sense of hesitance settled in her wordage, and it left a discomfort unlike before. Nervousness forced his hidden hand in a quiver as his lips shivered. An uncontrolled smirk parked itself on his face as he awaited a statement to spring from the depths of his mind.

Something needed to be said. Silence would just make the situation harder to swallow. Yousei had done nothing of the sorts, however. Not a swallow, not a breathe had escaped or entered his body as he shut down from too much thought.

"Should be ready," he finally said, his hand taking a twist as the engine hummed with perfection.

[Evie Choi]

Evie bit her lower lip suddenly realizing that she had just gone against all rational thought when it came to her job. She simply let it slide off knowing that the man had good tastes in who he asked out for a drink and for that seh was at least going to give him that kind of last pleasure before she done away with him. Shame that such a good man was to be wasted. A shiver ran down her spine unlike something she had ever felt, was it going to be a waste? Evie wasn't one who enjoyed wasting things she liked. Hmm, she continued to grin at him while raising her eyebrow. Waste makes haste.... She drew in a breath and let it out silently.

"Beautiful." She simply stated as the speeder purred after he turned the engine on. At least this was quick and it was at least going to continue somepleace else, with alcohol which was a truth serum for some people. She clapped joyously like a child getting a surprise and pretended to be happy that he fixed it quickly.

"Thank you so much, dear!" She looked away from the speeder at the mechanic that she was, sad to think, very fond of looking at. "How much do I owe you?"

[Za'in]

A pleasant frown formed itself on his lips as he peered carefully at her. He realized a tendency, and it softened his eyes. In more ways than she knew, she had left an impact. People over the years had done such things to him, but he commonly found distrust to follow. However, he thought otherwise about her, and kept his drifting mind on the conversation.

Pulling his hands back from the hood, he slammed it down as she spoke. At the side of his eye he noticed her grin, and it shined with sheer perfection. It was hard for him to restrain himself from staring, leering, examining.

To revert his thought he gulped down, and looked away for a slight moment. Using the movement of a nearby droid as a decoy, he darted his eyes off to regain his composure. Quickly turning about, he refocused his eyes on Evie. The smile he had when he met her only moments before had returned.

"Owe?" He said. "Nah! You don't owe me nothing."

"Now lets get that drink, eh?"