I'm back! Not that I went anywhere. Just stalled out for a couple of weeks. :D

Laurie closed his eyes as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He opened them again to look at the waitress. She was standing there with a now empty pot of caf. The contents of which had been unceremoniously dumped on him when he ran into her. She was somewhere between chagrin and melting into the floor.

"I'm SO sorry," she grabbed a towel and handed it to him.

A female Twi'lek waitress looked over and Laurie could swear she gave the other waitress a smug look. An older female Twi'lek hurried over, "What happened here?"

"It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going," she answered. Laurie was going to counter that but the older Twi'lek replied to that.

"Kath, we can't afford to lose you. You're a good worker but recently you've been elsewhere. You have to start focusing on your job. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Karina."

"Good, let's not have an accident like this again," Karina walked away and Kath turned to Laurie.

"Sorry about that. My mind hasn't been on my job recently."

"That's alright, I wasn't watching where I was going."

She smiled lightly at him and extended her hand, "I'm Kathrine. My friends call me Kath."

"Laurie," he replied as the shook hands.

"You're a soldier," she stated.

"What was your first clue?" he asked, motioning toward several other clones sitting throughout the café.

"And here I thought sarcasm was a dying art, silly me," she replied. "Look, I have to go. Table 3 needs a caf refill." She looked apologetically at his caf stained shirt and he smirked at her. She walked to the back and got another pot of caf and walked to table three. He watched to see what her section was and once he figured it out he picked a table in it.

While he was waiting he watched her. She was a Felacatian. You didn't see them very often because they didn't handle hyperspace travel very well and most of them preferred to stay on their home planet Felacat. Her fur was a charcoal color and her hair was black. He imagnined that she'd be hard to spot at night.

Kathreen noticed someone new was sitting in her section. "Good evening; what can I get... YOU!" Her smile changed into a frown as she glared at him.

"Yes, me. The caf smells wonderful. I think I'd like a cup." He smiled, his eyes sparkling with humor. She was hard pressed not to smile so she frowned at him. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he said.

"Sure you could. It's easy; just don't talk," she marched away, her spine stiff. She got to the kitchen and then turned around and walked back.

He looked slightly taken aback and then he smirked when he saw her come back, "Your mouth run away with you too?"

"Yes. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that."

He shrugged, "It happens to the best of us."

"So; what can I get you?"

"Caf," he replied, his eyes sparkling again. Kath mentally face-palmed. It was a good thing he found her amusing.

"You were serious about that?" Uggg, she thought, what a stupid thing to say! Of course he's serious.

He laughed, "Yes I was."

"Anything else?"

He shook his head, "That's all for now."

"I'll be back in a few minutes." She saw that another table needed more caf. She walked over and filled their cups; gave another table their check and then gave Laurie his caf. She was kept busy for the next half-hour. When she got a chance to look over at Laurie's table, she found he was gone. A part of her was disappointed but she quelched the feeling. During the rest of her shift she couldn't stop thinking about him. His laugh, his smile, and his eyes. She kept trying to think about something else but he always re-entered her thoughts. She finished her shift and was almost out the door when she heard someone calling her name.

"Kath. Kath!"

She turned to see Kyle, one of the bus-boys, "Hi Kyle, what'd I forget?"

"Nothing. There was a note for you on one of the tables."

Oh great, he thought, another guy is hitting on me! She took the piece of paper from Kyle, thanked him and then walked home. She put her tips away and decided she should read the note. It was simple and written in neat handwriting.

"Kathrine, thanks for the time. I haven't been that amused for a long time. You definetly put me in my place. In a good way of course :)."

It wasn't signed but she knew who wrote it. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. It was highly unlikely and even if she did, she doubted he'd remember her. She dropped the note into her desk drawer and burried it under miscelanious junk.