Bast had arrived at the Orange Lady ten minutes early. She could wait no longer, nervously pacing in her hotel room, for the meeting. She was both dreading and looking forward to seeing her partner again. It had been half a dozen months since duty had once again ordered them their separate ways, and despite her eagerness to embrace the man she trusted more than anyone, the cold notion that they had drifted apart hung heavy over the woman’s thoughts. She had changed. He must have to. The crisis on Coruscant... The last time she had laid eyes upon the man was in a hospital. She had said nothing, for there was nothing to say, but she had wept when the other woman was not there. Wept not only for him, but for her own loss. Not knowing where the ache of emptiness had come from, she had left him flowers. Then he was discharged, on a mission, before a word could be exchanged between them. More than once, Bast picked up her comm to dial to the familiar channel only to put it down for a reason she could not place a finger on. Now fear and guilt mingled with anticipation.
There had been the other woman, too. Ms. Morata, the nurse had called her. Stunning and cold. Bast knew without effort there was something between her and Corran. No other woman besides his mother would wait so dutifully at his bedside. She bit her tongue. Corran was her work partner. She was not entitled to information about his personal life. Yet... had he changed so much that he had fallen for someone and begun a new life? Should she have known? Why was there a knot in her chest? Now they were to meet officially, to exchange information should anything... happen while infiltrating a Sith base.
The establishment itself was well kept. Given it was late afternoon, there were few patrons, and classical music played gently in the background. A waiter handed her a glass of ice water. Everything seemed distant. Slowly swirling the drink, she waited patiently. There was no hurry. An extra fifteen minutes after six months would do no harm.
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There had been the other woman, too. Ms. Morata, the nurse had called her. Stunning and cold. Bast knew without effort there was something between her and Corran. No other woman besides his mother would wait so dutifully at his bedside. She bit her tongue. Corran was her work partner. She was not entitled to information about his personal life. Yet... had he changed so much that he had fallen for someone and begun a new life? Should she have known? Why was there a knot in her chest? Now they were to meet officially, to exchange information should anything... happen while infiltrating a Sith base.
The establishment itself was well kept. Given it was late afternoon, there were few patrons, and classical music played gently in the background. A waiter handed her a glass of ice water. Everything seemed distant. Slowly swirling the drink, she waited patiently. There was no hurry. An extra fifteen minutes after six months would do no harm.
@Killa Ree
@TerranSteel