Chapter 1
Padme was running through the streets. The flashes blinding her despite having dark shades that covered her eyes. She tried to keep her head down low, away from the bright flashes that came from the cameras which flocked around her.
But by now Padme was used to it. She had been a well known person in the industry for at least three years now. But still she hated the media and how she got crowded around by multiple cameras.
She picked up her pace now becoming desperate, she was feeling her body become dizzy and her head become foggy. This was the one part of being famous that she hated, the invasion of her privacy.
So she began to run. Padme couldn't help but feel a bit stupid, here she was, the famous Padme Amidala, sprinting around a town trying to get away from paparazzi. She ran around a corner, loosing them for a minute or two couldn't hurt. Maybe just until i feel better again. She found herself thinking. Padme looked around looking for any place she might be able to go.
Her eyes stumbled across a small coffee shop. Perfect.
Padme jogged over, still cautious that the flashes and the press would catch up with her.

As she entered the shop. She noticed it was rather empty. Maybe a couple of elderly people with young grandchildren but nobody who would take her as a famous actor or dancer. Padme walked up to the counter whilst looking at the big menu up on the board. I might as well get something. she thought. "Can i get you anything miss?" A smooth voice was heard and Padme looked up to see the most handsome person she ever seen.
"U-um." She coughed. She was making herself look so stupid right now. "Can i have a mint tea and a brownie please?"

The boy smirked. "And would the angel like them to be taken out?"

"Padme turned to look at the window again as she did she could start to heat the shouts and heavy feet of the press, who were desperately trying to find her to make their article for the week. I turned my back to the window covering half of my face with my left hand.
"Shit. No I will sit in here in the darkest corner where nobody can see me." Panic was laced into my voice. Obviously he could hear it, as his eyebrows rose and his face became less playful and more serious, it was a soft serious though.
"Are you okay miss?"
Padme didn't know what to say but she felt a feeling of trust around this person despite only just meeting him.
"It's the people outside." She said simply.
He looked through the window at the front of the shop "What? The press?"
Padme nodded "They're after me. I ran away from them before, and now they've caught up to me."
The handsome teen grimaced. "That can't be good, y'know there's a room upstairs which nobody uses that much, i mean I just put my coat in there and my other worthless crap. But by all means go ahead and use it until they're gone."
She looked at him in the eyes. They were beautiful, very deep blue and Padme thought that she could just fall into his eyes.
"You'd really do that?" Padme's lips curved into a small smile.
He smirked slightly, "Of course, i mean we can't have the angel but upset and uncomfortable can we?"
Padme laughed "No that would be absurd, me uncomfortable that's never happened before." Sarcasm was laced into her voice this time. The handsome teen chuckled and finished making the beverage that Padme had ordered beforehand, he grabbed a brown and put it in a paper bag.
"If you'll follow me Angel." He walked out of a back door next to the counter which held a coffee granulator and machine.
"You know angel, i never asked for your name."
Even though Padme couldn't see his face, she could tell he was smirking yet again.
"My name's Padme. Padme Amidala."
The mystery boy turned to look at her, the tea in is hand sloshed around the plastic 'take to go' cup.
His eyes were wide. "Wait, you're Padme Amidala?" His jaw dropped

"Are you okay?" She asked out of politeness.
"I'm sorry it's just my little sister is a huge fan of you and your work." He said shyly.

"Well if you want maybe later I can sign something for her."

"A you would do that for me?" The tone in his voice reminded Padme of a small child on Christmas morning.

"Of course, after all you're the one who is stashing me away in the back of this coffee shop." Padme giggled slightly.
The teen smiled and lead her up a staircase.

"You know you never told me your name either." Padme called to him.

"My name's Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." He said as he lead her into a room.
It wasn't particularly big but it wasn't tiny either. There was two white couches and i coffee table with a coat and bag on it. She assumed that was Anakin's. The room was painted a dark red maroon colour. There was three windows. So that light could get in. There was also a tv placed on a bookshelf.
Anakin looked behind to me. "I've got to go back down but just call me if you need me at all."

I smiled "I guess I'll see you in a bit then."
Anakin nodded smiling a bit, he then turned and headed back to the main part of the café.

It was a couple of hours until Anakin came up again. By then his shift was over and he was free to go home. However he told his boss Qui Gon Jinn that he would happily clear up the cafe that night. He went to get Padme first from the staff room.
When he entered he saw padme on her phone, the tv was on too but she wasn't particularly paying attention to the show blaring out of it. For the first time Anakin got a good look at the famous girl. She was very beautiful he could admit that much. From what he could see, she had soft beautiful curls, deep chocolatey eyes and full, pink lips. She was just perfect, like an angel in fact.
Anakin cleared his throat and Padme's head snapped up. She smiled widely.
"The cafés closed now. I'm just clearing up." Anakin took a deep breath "But if you want you can have another drink and we can talk some more." Why was I acting so shy and nervous around her? He found himself asking.
"I would like that." She said "It's the least i could do, I mean you did just stash me away from press for a couple of hours." She smiled sweetly.
"Well then m'lady you better follow me." Anakin said in a terrible english accent.
Padme giggled and followed Him out of the room.

So Angel what would you like to drink?" Anakin who had slid over the counter, had a cup in his hands and was flicking switches on the coffee machine.
"Could i get a coffee with a shot of milk?"
Anakin nodded his head and got to work on her drink.
"So Padme how old are you?" Anakin asked.
"Y'know Anakin you're not meant to ask a woman of her age." Padme said teasingly. "But if you must know I'm eighteen . And how old are you Anakin?"
Anakin looked up "I'm seventeen, about to become eighteen."
"You're very handsome if I may say." Padme blushed slightly.
Anakin turned around, her coffee in his hands. A smirk was splayed on his face.
"Well if you must know, I find you very beautiful."
Padme could feel her face turning a darker shade of red. Why was she feeling this way? She'd only met Anakin a couple of hours ago and already she felt comfortable around him.
For the next couple of hours they did mostly just two things. One of them was drinking coffee, at least 4 cups of the stuff. And the other thing was flirting. Lots and lots of flirting. Throughout all of this both Padme and Anakin felt comfortable with each other. When the time came for them both to leave and close the cafe, Anakin asked Padme one thing. "Would you like to do this again sometime?" Padme nodded her head and replied with a yes.