The open window brought a gentle breeze in along with the sound of the evening air traffic. The sun was setting on Coruscant but Lucien wasn't waiting to see the star disappear beyond the skyscraper dotted horizon. A set of macrobinoculars were held in his left hand casually. The other hand held a cigara that had smoke blowing comfortably away from his face. He knew it was a habit, the ugliest thing about him if he had to admit it. His blast vest was covered by a pair of trousers and matching vest and tie.
He had been watching the apartment a half block down. This was not the first time. The clicking of shoes on the walkway below, echoed against the hard walls up and down the street. By now Lucien could tell who it was with those shoes. The man, an aging fratboy with a some pep in his step. His body was healthy though an injury at some point in his younger years kept him from pursuing professional sports. Zaland was his name and he had recently broken up with his girlfriend in favor of an old woman. This older woman was known as Uiona. She was plagued with an unhappy marriage like so many others. Such was why she was walking with Zaland now.
Lucien took a long drag on the cigara and smiled. They probably believed they had even kept secrets from one another. But the Morganian took pleasure in learning truths. However he didn't judge either of them for what others might consider taboo. In fact he was interested in them for other reasons entirely. Getting out of his seat, Lucien stamped the cigara out and set the macrobinoculars to the side and headed down to the street level. They were headed to one of three restaurants. They had limited numbers. Or they'll call ahead to pick up somewhere. He said as he got behind a speeder and pulled out of the parking spot. His stomach grumbled a bit. He believed his continued use of burying his presence as a regular exercise was paying off. But the Morganian had to admit, it made his hunger hike up recently.
