#2: Butterflies: (100)
He paced around the room, and nervously ran both hands through his hair.
The nagging sensation he had kept buried for weeks began bubbling up closer to the surface.
The Sith plagued his day-to-day thoughts, and at the moment when he thought sleep would be his salvation, she infected his dreams. The distraction was borderline unprofessional and certainly cause for concern.
He exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself before Lord Kaliel returned. He smoothed the front of his jacket with both hands and straightened his disheveled appearance. As if on cue, the door slid open. He swallowed hard.