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Your fingers tapped idly against your hips in your pockets as you gazed out over the crowd. They rushed around as you watched, bustling from shop to shop to gather their necessities before the holidays.
You glanced down at the data pad in your hand. You chuckled to yourself. He was late. You had every confidence he’d be along soon, but you knew for a fact that he’d slipped up and mentioned your rendezvous to the wrong people.
You could practically hear Sinker and Boost’s relentless taunts–and the irritable growls that Wolffe would give in response.
“Kih’sarad,” that familiar voice called from behind you. You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly as you turned around.
“Wolffe,” you smiled as you turned to greet him. He was still in his armor–not that he really had anything beside it and his dress greys–with his helmet tucked under his arm.
Something shifted in his expression that you couldn’t quite name as his gaze dragged down and back up your body. You could feel your cheeks flush as they always did around him.
“Gar naritir te ka'ra at dush'kote, Kih’sarad,” he murmured, taking your hand in his to place a soft kiss on it. “Sa ratiin .”
As you searched his mismatched eyes, you found nothing but complete sincerity. He gazed into your soul with an expression you couldn’t describe as anything but sheer adoration. For a few moments, you forgot how to breathe, let alone recognize any of the soft mando’a words he’d spoken.
“What does that mean?” you breathed.
Wolffe smirked. “Where’s the fun in telling you now?” He offered his arm and you took it, letting him lead you through the busy market square.
He’d been very tight-lipped about where he was taking you–if he hadn’t been, you were sure you’d have at least one member of the Wolfpack on your tail.
The restaurant he’d led you to was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place. A chime sounded as the door slid open.
“Who izit?” a raspy voice called from the back room.
You looked up at Wolffe as he grinned. “Who else, Zetve?”
From the door appeared a short twi’lek woman. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she squinted at him. “ Wulffe ,” she scolded as she hobbled up to him. “You said you would visit more often! I ‘ave seen zhat bacarkani nerra of your more een the last week than I ‘ave of you een the last month!”
You couldn't help but smile as the older woman scolded him, her cane tapping his chest plate as she ranted about her repeated visits with “Vox”. You could tell he was suppressing his laughter.
“Oh, yes,” she grumbled. “It is so funny .” She smacked his side, aiming for the flexible–and softer–armor at his waist. “And you ‘ave not introduced me to zhis lovely girl!”
He smiled, eyes shining with pride as he informed her of your name. “She is my date for the evening.”
Zetve’s eyes went wide behind the thick lenses of her glasses. “ Dan si’hklesi vrima !” she gasped. “You should be taking ‘er to a nice place!”
“I am ,” he insisted. “ You have the best gruuvan shaal on Coruscant.”
You chuckled as she eyed him suspiciously, but waved him off with a grumble, heading back to the kitchen.
He led you to one of the few small tables, pulling out one of the chairs for you.
After your meal–and a smidge more grumbling aimed in Wolffe’s direction from Zetve–he walked you home.
“So,” you said as you stopped in front of your apartment building.
“So?”
You smiled. “Are you going to tell me what you said in the market?”
Wolffe’s ears tinged pink. “Would you believe me if I said I’d hoped you forgot about that?”
You giggled. “Maybe. I still want to know.”
“Well, it depends,” he sighed.
“On?”
“Will you let me kiss you goodnight as a thank you for a wonderful first date?”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded.
His hand rose to cup your cheek, warming it through his glove. Then his lips pressed softly against yours and the endless noise of Coruscant faded away. You could taste hints of the nubussian cocoa he’d gotten at Zetve’s.
Your eyes stayed closed as he pulled away, his cheek brushing against yours.
“You put the stars to shame,” he whispered, soft breaths curling around your ear. “As always.”