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You had known Cassian for a few months now, having joined the rebellion after being recruited by Mon Mothma after your parents were killed by stormtroopers on your home world. You had been introduced to the intelligence officer after he had been injured on a mission and you had been assigned as his medic. Despite Cassian’s cold exterior, the two of you had struck up a casual friendship, greeting each other in the halls and occasionally sharing a table in the mess hall when your schedules overlapped. This morning’s breakfast was one of those meal times, and he set down his tray across from yours.
“Good morning, Y/N.” Cassian greeted, and you smiled back at him.
“Good morning Captain.” You replied.
“Or, I suppose, good evening for you. Are you still on the evening rotation?”
“Yep.” You replied with an exaggerated ‘pop’ at the end. You had been assigned to the dreaded graveyard shift for two weeks now, thanks to a shortage of available medical personnel. The rebellion never slept, which subsequently meant that you didn’t either. You could spot the dark circles under Cassian’s eyes, and you knew that they mirrored your own.
“Captain Andor!” A voice called, and Cassian was immediately at attention. The officer caught his eye across the room and Cassian sighed.
“I will be right back.” Cassian said, leaving his breakfast behind to speak with the security officer. You watched their conversation when Cassian’s untouched cup of caf caught your eye. In your few interactions with Cassian, you’d discovered that he had quite the sense of humor, once you got to know him. While caf was the fuel on which the rebellion ran, you couldn’t resist grabbing the salt dispenser off of the table and pouring some into his cup, setting your own aside to give him once he realized what had happened to his own drink.
As Cassian returned to your table, you slipped your hand over your mouth to hide your smile as you tried to eat your breakfast as innocently as possible. He immediately went for the cup of caf, and you watched him out of the corner of your eye for the reaction you knew was coming. You were disappointed, however, when Cassian simply took a sip of the drink and set it back down, moving to pick at the food on his plate. Your gaze drifted to the salt dispenser, wondering if you had mistaken it for the sweetener. No, you were sure that it had been the salt…
As the two of you at breakfast, you and Cassian continued a casual conversation, the man drinking the salt-laden coffee the entire time. You watched him with increasing frustration, until you had both finished your breakfast and cleared the table. You followed Cassian out of the mess hall and into one of the many labyrinthine hallways that made up the rebel base. You glared at the back of his head as you walked, until finally you reached the point where you would be forced to part.
“There was salt in the caf!” You finally blurt out, and Cassian turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised, saying nothing.
“There was salt in the caf ! And you...you didn’t even flinch!” You continued, throwing your hands up.
“Yes.” Cassian finally said, which just made you groan with frustration.
“How are you this badass, Cassian Andor? It isn’t even fair!”
You watched as Cassian crossed his arms over his chest, and you stepped further into his space, pressing a finger into his chest.
“We’re going out tonight.” You say, looking up at him with a determined look in his eye. “I’ve decided.”
“Okay.” Cassian replied, smiling for the first time since your hallway encounter began.
“I...really?” You asked, and Cassian chuckled.
“Yes, just...no salt. I’ve had my daily limit.” Cassian replied, dropping a quick kiss to your forehead before turning on his heel and heading in the direction of the landing bay and leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway.