Din Djarin walked into the cantina on Navarro with the intent of delivering his quarry and getting paid as usual. However, the man he needed to speak to seemed to be busy with another hunter. Once, his feet carried him close enough, he saw who he had to wait for to finish their business.

"Ah! Mando!" Greef Karga exclaims happily at the sight of one of his best hunters.

The hunter across from the dark-skinned man turned to look at him with her beautiful face. She waved her hand slightly in a greeting and took the money that was laid out in front of her before leaving the men to their own business

Without caring who saw, the Mandalorian stared at her as she walked away.

"Is that jealousy?" Teases the Guild agent laying out pucks for his friend to choose from.

"Jealousy?"

"Isla's showing to be one of the best in the parsec."

"Good for her."

Greef, being immune to his monotone voice, kept on.

"You know, I may not see your face but I can tell when you stare at her."

That was only because Isla was worth looking at. The two hunters knew each other better than what they let on around others. Privacy was something they liked to have.

"What are your highest bounties? I need to begin the offload." Din tells his boss with a pang of annoyance in his voice.

In Huttese, Karga summons for the ship to be unloaded of its carbonite prisoners. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out bounty pucks naming the crimes for which the person was wanted for. The Mandalorian picked up a couple before thanking him and getting up to leave.

Din Djarin decided he wanted to have a word with his fellow hunter that was sitting at the bar.

"Hey." Din greets Isla as shes sipping her spotchka.

"Hey, there."

The female hunter turned to the Mandalorians and asked him to sit with her which he politely refused.

"You got your next job yet?" He asks her taking notice of her tattered shirt.

"Not yet, I just cashed in. I think a day or two of rest would do me good."

"I have one for you if you want it."

Isla turned to Din and batted her eyes like she normally did to keep his attention. He knew she did it on purpose. Those eyes were a weakness for him and he hated to admit it.

"What? Missed me?" Teases Isla slightly.

Yes. Yes, he had missed her. But that is not something he would admit outside of his own presence.

"You want the job or not?"

"So long as you aren't in a bad mood the whole time." Answered Isla with a subtle wink.

"Don't be late." Din tells her in a tone that resembled a goodbye.

With a light stroke to her chin from his gloved hand the Mandalorian turned on his heel and headed out of the cantina. Isla was thankful that he left so quickly because her cheeks had become warm and red from his gentle touch.

Isla and Din hadn't worked together in awhile so she didn't mind going along with him. More especially since she knew he was feeling the same thing as her. Loneliness. Loneliness was something that something that came with living the lives that they do. The two of them however found a mutual solace within one another that was enjoyable but not exactly viable for anything more.

Now that she was going to start a job tomorrow morning her plans of anymore drinking were finished. Isla paid for her tab and began the not too far walk back to her room for a decent night's rest.

The sky changing from the evening to the dawn came a bit too fast for Din Djarin's liking. Sleep was heavy in his eyes as he sat up in his cot stretching in an effort to wake up. Once on his feet, Din dressed himself and attached his armor with ease.

It wasn't as easy as it seemed to get up each morning and do what he does to survive. Everybody does what they must to make their way in the world. Being a stereotype however wasn't something that gave him much pride though. Mandalorians have been known to be either mercenaries or bounty hunters and he was basically both in a sense.

Once readying himself, the Mandalorian made his way to his ship from the covert. With the push of a button on his wrist gauntlet the hatch began to open up.

"Hey!"

Din turned around to see Isla walking up to him. Without stopping, she walked up the ramp and onto the ship. He followed suit with the hatch closing behind him and wasted no time in putting his brain into work mode. Trying to keep his mind on the job at hand was an entirely different thing however.

There had been a feeling coursing through his body for the past six months. Loneliness. It panged his insides annoyingly and its remedy standing across from him cleaning her blaster did not help at all. Six months had passed Din had felt that sense of warmth from being beside her and he was more than wanting.

"So, where are we going?" Isla asks putting her weapon back in her holster and taking out the second blaster.

"Tattouine."

The Mandalorian took advantage of Isla being occupied and stepped closer to her with every intention on making their time together worth it. Without a word, he just stood next to her staring as she worked. Isla looked up at him with a small smirk knowing exactly what he was trying to do. Din brushes a lock of hair from her face with his gloved finger and cocks his head.

"It's been awhile."

"Is that you implying you missed me?" Isla giggled softly teasing him.

"If it is?"

"Then I suggest you stop while you're ahead, We have work to do."

She felt herself being pulled close to him and the coolness of beskar on her forehead.

"Isla, at the end of the day I am still a man. I have...needs" The Mandalorian bit his bottom lip beneath his helmet, "Forgive me if you are one of them."

Goosebumps popped onto the entirety of her skin in response to his words. Aside from being one of the most dangerous bounty hunters around, Din Djarin was a smooth talker as well

"Why don't we get going before we get too distracted, eh?" Isla suggested while taking her leave of him.

Din watched as Isla climbed up the ladder to the cock pit and bit his lip in frustration. She was a tease but worth the effort in the end. Well worth it.