Chapter 3: Dex's Place
I came to Dex's place at about the time when the last guests were leaving, which was just as good because when I entered the huge being immediately recognised me.
"Hi there kiddo," he rumbled, "what're ya doin' down here? And where are your companions?"
Just as well he didn't mention Skyguy's and Master Obi-Wan's names. That might have drawn too much attention for my likings. Especially since I felt my eyes began to fill up with …tears?
Kriff it. I don't cry. Ever.
I felt tears trickling down my face and the besalisk whiskered me away into a room behind the café.
"Now, what's up?" he prodded, "can't be that bad, can it? If one of them guy's of yer's had blown himself up I would surely have heard it."
"Well, that's the trouble," I managed to hiccup. "They're NOT 'my guys' anymore. I have left the Jedi…"
That made him quiet for some seconds and his face got this thoughtful impression I had seen before when Master Obi-Wan had asked him questions.
"Might have something to do with that big Jedi explosion some weeks ago?" he stated, and I only nodded.
"I don't know what to do anymore," I admitted, "bud I couldn't co back after that. They truly didn't believe in me. Only Skyguy, I mean, Master Anakin did….but….that isn't enough…."
My voice trailed off and I suppressed some new sobs.
"Guess I could offer you a job here, but I don't think you're a natural born waiter and I don't want you to slice up any of my customers," he said with a little glimpse in his eyes. Just the thought of myself being a waitress made a small laugh find it's way through the tears.
"I suppose I'm not," I sighed.
"Now, listen - you stay here on my couch as long as you need, until you've figured out what to do," he promised. "Any friend of Obi-Wan's is a friend of mine. And I won't tell him about you unless you allow me to".
I sighed again, in relief this time.
"Thanks Dex. I promise that I won't stay too long."
