As I was working that afternoon on a ring of dainty little Naboo flowers around the top opening of a small tan tunic, I felt the stare again.

I fell into the Force as I stitched, feeling for whom it was so I wouldn't have to turn around and look…

I was met with a life-signature so recognizable now that it felt almost like my brother's.

Anton shone with a warm intensity in the Force spectrum.

The warmth was directed toward me, I was certain of it.

At first, I welcomed it, letting it wash through me in secret.

But guilt and sadness splashed in my heart like ice, and I sighed inwardly, forcing myself to come back to reality, to the physical, where things like this weren't always noticed so easily, so freely.

I turned around, looking over my shoulder with a smile. It was a wistful smile, but I made it look polite. Anton wouldn't know the difference, he wasn't Jedi.

But I am, and I have to stop this madness!

I was so torn.

Torn between the past and the future, old attachments and new, the rules I had been taught and what my heart was screaming to be truth.

Anton's square-shouldered silhouette was both strong and attractive, as the first sun of Tatooine was setting. It lit up the drab sky with rich orange-red hues, backlighting Anton with its own warmth.

The second sun was following suit, orange in color and fully round.

I swallowed, willing my heart to leave my throat.

"Please stop staring at me," I said, trying to sound teasing. But emotion made my voice catch, and I hoped it didn't come out pathetic.

"Why, do I make you nervous?" His voice was dripping with amusement, and I shook my head, laughing.

"Yes," I said, "and I'm trying to work."

"It's almost sundown," he reasoned. "Your shift is almost over."

I rolled my eyes. "Almost," I threw back.

"So, don't stare at her until she's finished, boy!" I heard Lana call from a few meters away. I didn't even bother to stifle a giggle at her scolding.

Anton rolled his eyes and I turned back around to focus on my stitches.

But I heard footsteps, and then he was sitting down next to me.

"There," he said proudly, "I will stare straight ahead until you're finished."

"Ah…" I was going to protest, but decided against it.

He was a stubborn fool.

This is not helping me control my feelings, Anton.

I tried to go back to my Naboo flowers, but now he was tapping his feet in the sand and drumming his hands on his knees.

I let out a loud sigh, exasperated.

"Lana, he is an impossible man," I yelled.

"Just go home, Keelee," she responded, laughing. "You have done more than your share this day anyhow."

"Thank you, Lana. I will finish Rachelle's little Naboo flowers tomorrow." I rose from the metal bench-seat I had been trying to work on, and Anton followed suit.

"Can I please take you home now?" He asked, his voice bursting just behind me.

"…To my home or yours?" I asked mischievously, obviously teasing.

"Well, my sister is coming into town and staying with me tonight, if you'd like to meet her," he offered, eyes twinkling.

"That sounds delightful," I laughed, walking into Lana's hovel to put away my near-finished tunic. As I reached to put it in the basket, though, I had another thought.

"Hey, Lana?" I called out.

"Yes, dear," she responded, appearing in the doorway.

"I think I'll just take this with me and have it finished by morning," I told her.

She smiled. "So ambitious, this one…" She turned to Anton. "You'd better not take advantage of her," she wagged a finger in his direction. "She is quite a catch!"

I felt startled, but Anton just shook his head as Lana burst into cackling laughter.

"Crazy old woman," he muttered.

"I heard that," her voice echoed from the hallway.

Anton and I just laughed.

Now I dutifully followed him, allowing him to help me into his speeder before he leapt into the pilot's side.

"Where's Kasen, anyway?" He asked after a few minutes of silent travel.

I rolled my eyes. "He's probably home, pouting."

(I had grown quite cynical, hadn't I?)

But Anton burst out laughing, and I smiled to myself.

"You are so funny, Keelee," he shook his head, eyes focused ahead.

"Thank you," I said, gleefully going back to work on my tiny Naboo flowers.

"It's one of the things I love about you," I thought I heard him say.

My hands froze. I jerked my head to the left, inspecting his face, but it didn't indicate he had said anything out of the ordinary.

I stared down at the unfinished design on the small tunic, falling into the Force and letting it control my hands.

Otherwise, they would've still been shaking.

"You will love my sister," I heard Anton's voice after a while, not realizing how deeply I had drifted inward.

"She's fire-eyed, like you are," I looked over and saw a grin spread across his face, deepening the adorable dimples in his cheeks.

"Fire-eyed, huh?" I repeated, staring down at the Naboo flowers again, fighting for concentration (for the seventy-eighth time that day).

"Yeah, she's pretty passionate," he smiled, trying to downplay his near-insult.

Smart man, I mused, grinning.

Before he could call me any more names, we were parking the speeder in front of his home. The front door slid open, and out ran a tall woman with red-gold hair that matched Anton's perfectly.

She approached the parked speeder, squealing like a child. Anton took one swift leap from the pilot's seat and rushed for her, picking her up in his arms and spinning her around in fast circles.

"Stop that, Anton, you're making my dizzy!" she scolded as he put her down.

But they were both smiling, and joy emanated from them in giant waves.

It made me smile, but when they both turned to me, my heart caught in my throat.

She was the same height, had the same gray-blue eyes, the same nose, the same dimples in her cheeks when she smiled…

They are twins.

The realization slammed on me like a flood, but I willed away the tears that were forming behind my eyes. I blinked stubbornly, and forced a big grin as Anton came over to help me out.

"Annie, this is Keelee," Anton was saying.

Annie? I sighed inwardly at the name.

"She's so beautiful! Please, tell me you're going to marry this one," Annie was gushing, grinning as I walked next to Anton.

My eyes bulged, and she giggled.

"Annie," Anton frowned, "Keelee is sixteen, and she is just a friend."

I felt a pang of hurt, but forced it far down, so it wouldn't register on my face.

Annie rolled her eyes. "Okay, Anton."

I twisted a strand of my brown hair, which now fell just past my shoulders. It was not all one length anymore, though, but rather it fell in long layers.

"It's very nice to meet you, Annie," I managed, extending my hand.

She giggled again and pulled me into a huge hug.

My eyes widened, but then I relaxed. I was going to like this woman.