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You glance nervously over the top of your menu to peek at Wolffe. His brow is furrowed, and his face is screwed up in concentration as he looks over the long list of food options. You smile to yourself at his disgruntled expression. The names of the dishes are very long winded and silly. Something that no doubt irks Wolffe to no end.
You bite your lip to stifle a giggle as his expression becomes even more bothered. It’s apparently not enough to cover your laugh because Wolffe glances up at the sound, smirking at your amusement.
“Something funny?” he quips, setting the menu down and leaning back against the booth seat, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrow quirked in a silent challenge.
“You? Funny? I don’t think so,” you joke, laughing outright at Wolffe’s offended expression.
His retort is cut off by the waiter droid, who asks for your orders.
You continue smiling to yourself as you watch Wolffe give the droid his order, mind going back to how you found yourself on a date with the Commander in the first place.
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“Well excuse me, Commander, but I think you can take your opinion and shove it up your - “
“Go on a date with me.”
“Wh-what?”
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The annoyed beeps of the droid break you from your thoughts, and you shake yourself, ignoring Wolffe’s smug expression to give it your order.
You continue to avoid looking at him as the droid rolls away, and the prickle of embarrassed heat floods your cheeks as you see him lean forward across the table.
“See something you like, mesh’la?” he taunts as you look over at him. He’s leaning on his forearms, mouth quirked in a small, sly smile.
“Yeah. You.”
Wolffe’s eyes widen in shock for the barest moment before his expression slides into something warm, something you want to curl around yourself and bask in forever.
“That’s good,” he murmurs before reaching across the table to hold your hand in his. You feel a bright flutter of light spread through your body as he picks up your hand to place a light kiss to your palm.
“I like you too, mesh’la.”