Starflies

[Kes Akiena]

Their time during the festival had been entirely enjoyable, and Kes had found himself more often than not thinking back to those joy-filled eyes and that smile that was rooted in the pure emotion of happiness. It was a nice distraction from most of the drudgery from the past week. Between meetings and his normal shifts, to the arbitration of a myriad of squabbles between merchants and traders alike, it had been the sort of taxing passage of days that made a body feel drained and deflated.

But now it was the eve before his day off, and Kes had found himself in a slight bit of nervousness. He had invited her for a small supper, and she had eagerly agreed. Truth be told he had been rather apprehensive when he'd asked; what would make her accept, anyway? She had a busy schedule, and no doubt enough that kept her attentions elsewhere. But she had said yes, and now, at the cusp of their shared time, he found himself standing in the middle of the main living area of his quarters, making sure that his attempts to tidy up had not been in vain. Simple furniture, nothing really displayed on the walls, and a few issues of Captain Coruscant hastily shoved beneath a sofa cushion.

Supper had at least already been delivered from one of the local food delivery services; a vegetable medley and roasted tipyip breasts dusted with Tatooine spices. He'd put the desserts in the cooler unit, and truthfully had spent more time picking that portion of their meal out than the main course itself.

He stood, both hands stuffed into the pockets of his casual slacks scowling as he sent his eyes from the floor to as many walls as he could.

She would be here any moment.

But there was something he was forgetting. He just knew it.