Seven years had passed and Padme was no longer the queen of Naboo, but a senator. The galaxy was now a different place and she missed living on Naboo every day. At least there it was quiet. On this eve it was Padme's 21st birthday and a few of her handmaidens were taking her out.

"Dorme please, where are we going?" Padme begged. Dorme was applying makeup to Padme's face.

"Shh, hold still. I'm almost done." Dorme said. Padme did as she was told, but was still curious to know where Sabe and Dorme were taking her.

"Alright. I'm done. You can look now."

Dorme then stepped out of Padme's view of the mirror. Padme looked in the mirror with hard eyes. Who was that staring back at her?

"What do you think?" Dorme asked, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. Padme didn't want to disappoint her.

"Looks great." Padme said, unable to hide her disappointment. She didn't look like herself at all and the makeup was too dark for her taste.

"You hate it," Dorme said disappointed.

"No, no...It's just...not me."

"It's no supposed to. What would people say if they saw Senator Amidala at a club partying?"

Padme's eyes widened, "What?!"

"Oops, it was supposed to be a surprise. Sorry Padme."
"Well that explains this outfit and this makeup."

"Oh, and don't forget the wig."

"What wig?"

"This wig." Dorme said, handing Padme a clump of bright pink hair, "go ahead, and put it on."

Padme put the wig on. It flowed over her own smooth brown locks rather nicely.

"There. Tonight you're not Senator Amidala. You're Padme, the sexy virgin."

"Dorme!" Padme shrieked in horror, then burst into giggles along with Dorme.

"What. You need to find a guy. You know you'll find that right one when you get this warm and crazy feeling inside. Your stomach feels all knotted up inside and you smile a lot. It's a wonderful feeling."

Padme took a moment to think. She'd felt that way before once, but it was a long time ago.

She sighed. "Dorme...what would you say if I told you I knew what that feels like."

"I'd say 'really' and then 'oh my stars, with who'?"

Padme sighed sadly, "I...I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Dorme was now putting on her own makeup.

"Because it wasn't supposed to happen." Padme said softly.

Dorme saw her friend's face sink in sadness. She was sorry she brought it up now.

"You can't help falling in love Padme, it just happens. But when did it happen? Can you at least tell me that?"

"7 years ago...and I haven't seen him since. And probably never will, which is good for everyone because I could never have him."

"Who? Why can't you just tell me if you'll never see him again?"

"It was...Master Kenobi." Padme said, her voice faded.

"What? Really? The Master Kenobi! Jedi Knight Master Kenobi."
"Yes Dorme! Him! That guy!" Padme snapped.

"Oh...I see...Sorry I asked."

"It's alright. I needed to get it out. I never told anyone."

"I see why. He's a Jedi. Jedi can't fall in love."

"I know that. It was me who fell in love with him. I don't know how he felt and I never will. Which is the way it should be."

"I guess you're right. But hey, tonight is all about fun alright."

"I guess I better enjoy it. I may never get another chance to be Padme, the sexy virgin again."

Dorme chuckled, "True. Good thing Sabe went to get us a table, otherwise we'd never get one."

"I guess. Do you really think no one will recognize me?" Padme posed in front of her friend. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap dress with black strappy heels. The dress, a birthday gift from Dorme and Sabe for the occasion, was cut about 3 inches above her knee and showed off more cleavage area then she liked, but it was snug around her torso and flared out at her hips. She actually felt somewhat sexy, a change from her politician wardrobe.

"No way, if I didn't know better I wouldn't." Dorme said.

"Good. I don't want to run into anyone tonight. That's the last thing I want."

"Don't worry, it's just you, me, and Sabe having a fun night out. No worries."

Padme smiled. Maybe this would be fun after all.

Now Padme knew why the club scene was not for her. It was noisy, the spaced were tight, and it smelled rather awful. All she wanted was to go home. But she'd promised Dorme and Sabe she'd have a good time and dance with one guy before they left; so far no luck. Not that she wanted to anyways. Sabe and Dorme kept picking out guys on the floor for her to go up to, but she said no.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Padme said, her excuse to get away from their boy talk. Like she'd actually take a chance and drink whatever it was they served down here. The way to the bar was rather tight. She had to weave her way through the mass crowd of happy, and probably drunk, party goers. Padme then felt something touch her leg. She turned to see it was a hand. Padme jumped back in fright, almost tripping over her heels. The hand belonged to a man with brown hair. She looked in his eyes and saw a dazed expression. Exhibit A was clearly drunk.

"Hey honey, wanna dance." he said, grabbing Padme's arm.

"No thank you. Can you please let go of me?" She said politely.

"Wait baby, someone as sexy as yourself has to dance with me." he said, grabbing Padme's butt with his grubby hands.

"Stop it! I don't want to! Get off of me please!" Padme said, trying to push him away but he wouldn't budge. That's when he was yanked back away from her, and she fell over.

"Hey, she said she didn't want to dance so back off!" a voice said. Padme looked up to see who owned that familiar voice. She brushed back the strands of hair from the wig; and who she saw instantly made her heart fall to where her stomach should have been. It was Master Kenobi.

She'd lost her voice again.

"Maybe I don't wanna. What'cha gonna say to that buddy." the guy said.

"I say you better before I turn you in for sexual assault on this poor woman." Obi-Wan said.

"Oh, I'm so scared." he teased.

Obi-Wan went to his belt and drew out his lightsaber. "You should be," he said, holding the blue blade just inches from the man's face.

"Hey man, you're a Jedi. Take it easy with that thing."

"Then leave, while your arms are still intact."

Padme cringed at that. She'd never seen Obi-Wan like this before. How knew he could be such a threat.

The man then scurried away, frightened. Obi-Wan put his lightsaber away.

"Show's over folks" he said to the crowd that had gathered.

"Padme!"

Padme cringed. Oh no, not now, she thought. She didn't need Dorme and Sabe to see. Now was the wrong time for this. It goes back to what she said about someone recognizing her. Well, they were giving it to him now. Why was Master Kenobi here in the first place? She'd been so lost in her own thought she didn't register the three hands in front of her face. She grabbed Obi-Wan's, but when she did she thought she felt a shock surge through her body. When she was on her feet again she tried not to make eye contact with him.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Sabe asked concerned.

"I'm fine...I'm fine. Just go. I'll join you in a sec." Padme said. The two girls looked at her puzzled, then went back to their table. When they left the awkward feelings came back. All she could do was stare at him now, even though she vowed not to. My my, he'd grown. He now had longer hair in placed of the padawan look she last saw him with. He also had a growing beard, which made him look so much more mature than her, especially at this moment. Woah, he was so grown up in front of her. Well it had been 7 years since they'd seen each other. 7 years! Oh my, that means he's 32!

Padme couldn't speak, so he spoke instead.

"Looks like Anakin was right; we would see each other again."

"Pardon?" Padme said, trying to hide herself from him best she could, at least her eyes anyways.

Obi-Wan chuckled, "You don't have to pretend anymore, it's alright." the sincerity in his voice made her feel safe. She brushed back the wig to see his face. He smiled, and he heart melted again.

"Seven years and you haven't changed a bit." he said.

She blushed. Does that mean he still sees me as a child?

"Neither have you...except for the hair." Padme said, realizing how silly that sounded.

Obi-Wan chuckled again, "Shall we go somewhere to sit and chat?"

"But what about Sabe and Dorme?"

"I swear we won't leave the club. Besides, you'll be with a responsible authority figure. What's going to happen?"

"True," Padme said, she couldn't help but smile now.

Obi-Wan the offered her his hand and he led her through the crowd to his table. They sat down facing each other.

"Now tell me Senator, what brings you out here this night?"

"Shh, nobody knows I'm here."

"Oh right," Obi-Wan covers his mouth in embarrassment.

"It's my birthday. Sabe and Dorme decided I need to get out," she informed him, deciding it was best to leave the number out.

"Oh I see, well Happy Birthday." he said, smiling.

She returned one. "Thank you."

He picked up his glass and took a swig of his drink. Padme watched as he chugged it down; his Adam's apple bobbing. She found it somewhat attractive. He caught her staring. He put down the glass.

"What's wrong?" he asked, breaking Padme from her trance.

"Oh...I was wondering why you are here as well."

"Oh right. I come here to be alone."

"Seems like the wrong place for that. Don't you have places at the Temple for that?"

He chuckled lightly. "Of course. I just come here when I need to get out."

"You can do that? I thought Jedi were bound to the Temple."

"Let's just say sometimes I need to get away."

"Sure...from the stresses of Anakin. He is still your padawan right?"

"Yes. I would bring him here with me if he were old enough, but then again he'd probably be getting into more trouble than he does now."

Padme chuckled. "You seem different Master Kenobi, tell me what it is."

Obi-Wan looked at her shyly. "That depends, is it good?"

"Surprisingly yes. You're so grown up now. It's been far too long."

"I must say the same for you as well Senator. It has been far too long. It's a great pleasure to see you again, in here of all placed." he said, smiling, with those eyes she couldn't resist.

But she held her own and said, "No Master Kenobi, the pleasure is all mine."