Anakin walks between Padmé and his Master as they enter the commissary and the boy looks around with a small amount of pride.
This is his home and it is something he can be proud of. The last home of his that Padmé had seen was the small, cramped, slave's quarters on Tatooine, but this -- he glances up to see her eyes taking in the expansive space and smiles. The main commissary of the Temple is comprised of several levels divided by steps. The bottom level is for initiates and junior level padawans, such as himself. The next level is for senior padawans, the next is for Knights and the top level that runs the circumference of the room is for Masters and Council Members, although it is commonly known that the council members pretty much keep to themselves in one of the the corners.
The buffet style service runs horizontally across the bottom floor, to the right of which is an area designated for guests and visiting Jedi. Anakin is hoping that his Master will allow them to eat there and not send him to the padawan level.
He would very much like his yearmates to see the beautiful woman he is with.
The boy's blue eyes search out a few of his fellow padawans who are seated in the center of the padawan arena. He smirks when he realizes that one padawan in particular has noticed their entrance.
Taldor Nalta.
Taldor is a humanoid padawan, apprenticed to Master Kolar, rumored to currently being considered for council placement. Taldor was born on Coruscant and came to the Temple as a baby. He knows everybody and everything, is always surrounded by padawans, and Anakin can't stand him.
He thinks he created the Force and is constantly bragging about how many girlfriends he has. How he sneaks out past curfew and meets older female padawans in darkened training halls and makes out with them.
"Well, Taldor." Anakin eyes the boastful youth, sending him the silent message. "Look who's got a girlfriend now! And a much prettier one than any of the ones you've kissed."
"Padmé, are you sure you wouldn't rather go out to eat somewhere? There's a very good diner not too far from here."
He'd never heard his Master use Padmé's first name before…"No, that's all right Obi-Wan."
Her too?"I'd rather eat here." I want to learn everything I can about you, she keeps to herself. How you live your daily life within these walls, for starters.
The young boy becomes impatient as he has been excluded from the conversation and interrupts. "Master? Can we go eat at the guest tables?"
Obi-Wan glances over to the designated area. It is currently unoccupied and quite private, surrounded by the variety of green plants that fill the room. If it wasn't for his apprentice's presence, he would finally have a chance to talk to Padmé, but it appears he will have to wait.
After receiving their trays, Obi-Wan escorts the young woman to the guest table, but before he can sit down, his padawan squeezes himself right next to Padmé. Obi-Wan shrugs it off to youthful exuberance, but midway through the meal begins to wonder if friendly excitement is all there is to it. Anakin continuously monopolizes the conversation, bringing up everything from his daily schedule, pod racing, protocol droids, to his anticipation in constructing his own lightsaber soon. Padmé graciously listens as she eats her meal, glancing at Obi-Wan occasionally and smiling in gentle indulgence.
And just when Obi-Wan begins to believe there is nothing the boy hasn't talked about, the conversation turns to the experience of living with a somewhat untidy and grumpy Jedi Master. Suddenly, Padmé's interest is gained, she shoves away her unfinished meal and gives Anakin her undivided attention.
"Every morning, I have to put away Master's boots 'cuz he leaves them lying on the middle of the common room rug."
"Is that so?" The young woman humors the boy, a mischevious smile appearing on her face, her brown eyes sparkling.
Anakin is encouraged by her undivided attention. "And you should see the 'fresher, especially after he shaves."
"Anakin." It is Obi-Wan's turn to interrupt. "Are you about finished with your meal? You have hardly eaten anything."
"I'm not that hungry." The boy exclaims before launching into a story about the time that his Master had to wear unmatched socks because all the others were dirty.
Once more, Obi-Wan attempts to stop the conversation. "Then let's return our trays. Maybe Padmé would like to see the grounds."
Curfew just being two hours away, Obi-Wan knew that they would not be able to show Padmé very much of the Temple, and besides, he had noticed her weariness. Much to Anakin's dismay, he cuts the tour short and escorts her back to the guest quarters.
With a promise to return first thing in the morning to continue the tour, Anakin says good night and bounds away, but Obi-Wan pauses at the doorway.
"I'm sorry about that. He's a little excited to see you."
Padmé's head leans on her hand which grasps the open door's edge. "He's adjusted then. I was worried about him. You've done well with him, Obi-Wan."
"I'm trying."
"Do or do.." Padmé begins, recalling Obi-Wan's jokes about Master Yoda.
"Don't say it." Obi-Wan joins Padmé's chuckle, grinning tenderly at the beautiful young face before him before boldly reaching up and running a hand down her blue silken sleeve in search of the warm silk of her skin beneath.
"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure…." The young man pauses. "I didn't know what to expect."
The fingers upon her arm stop their movement, one thumb having maneuvered under the sleeve to perform a gentle caress upon her skin that leaves Padmé yearning to pull him into her room, but the reason she can't abruptly appears behind her and Obi-Wan's hand immediately drops.
"Knight Kenobi. Thank you for returning her majesty safely. We shall see you in the morning. Good night."
Obi-Wan looks back to Padmé just in time to see her eyes roll toward the ceiling. It appears the the Captain is not only her Head of Security, but is also standing in the role of bodyguard during this visit as well.
Slightly disappointed in the evening's events and what little opportunity he had to speak with Padmé, he determines that tomorrow will be different. For now, he satisfies himself with a quick kiss to soft knuckles, lingering as long as he thinks Panaka will allow and then bids them both good night.