Not mine. If it were...

Short little drabble that I've had hanging around for a few years.

"Mara. I need to tell you something very important. Something that is going to change our lives. Something that -"

"Out with it, Skywalker."

Amusement shone on his face but his gut was reeling in nerves.

"For the past nine years," he paused in dramatic anticipating, then plunged on. "I've been seeing this girl."

He felt her shock before he saw it. Followed by her stinging slap.

"How dare you Skywalker? How dare you meet up with me all this years? How dare you urge me to attend your Jedi academy? To spar every other month?"

With that she huffed off out of the cafe. And alone he sat there, stung, while a red handprint glistening on his cheek as he finished his statement. "She's beautiful, with soft skin, and lustrous red hair and a well-tempered personality. She's confidant, independent and self-assured. I love her." He finished his statement.

"And she just walked out the door."