𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• maybe •

"I want him so bad," You said with a sigh as you stared at him standing across the cafeteria. "He's so handsome, and so smart, and so-"

"Okay, I get it," Anakin huffed, rolling his eyes as he sat back in his seat. "He's nothing special."

"What?" You asked with a scoff, glancing over at him. "He's an angel."

Otis Tigron truly was a beautiful man. You had had a crush on him for months, pining after him hopelessly. 

"I'm gonna go talk to him," You announced with determination.

"A- are you sure?" Anakin asked with raised eyebrows. "Don't you have to get back to the kitchen, soon?"

"Nah, Billi has it under control," You answered with a wave of your hand. "I'm gonna go ask him out."

"I'm not sure about him, Y/N-"

"He's a Jedi Knight, just like you once were, what's there to be unsure about?" You asked, tilting your head. "I'm a cutie; I'll just ask him on a date and he's bound to say yes. Am I not a cutie?"

Anakin sighed in defeat, "You are a cutie."

Grinning, you took off your hat and stood up. "Wish me luck!" You called out before striding over to Otis.

He was thankfully alone, leaning against the wall while flicking through a book. Once you approached him, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. "Good afternoon, Master Tigron."

He looked up at you with a surprised look on his face before closing his book and smiling. "Afternoon, Y/N, and please- call me Otis."

"Okay," You whispered, before taking a step closer to him. "So... how are you doing?"

"Good," Otis replied. "What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm good," You nodded. "I was actually wondering something..."

"What's that?" A kind smile resided on his lips, making you feel relaxed.

"Well, I know that I'm not exactly on the same level as you," You began, twiddling your thumbs. "I mean, you're about to become a Jedi Master, and I'm just..."

"Don't be like that," He said with a gentle, reassuring tone, putting you in a bubble of security that you weren't aware he was about to pop. "You shouldn't listen to what people say about you."

You were confused at his words, and raised an eyebrow at him. "What... what people say about me?"

Otis smiled, "You aren't just Skywalker's little follower, or the 'weirdo cook'; you're a great girl!"

Your smile faltered, your voice lowering to a whisper. "Uh... people say that-"

"You aren't a product of how others see you," He said with a bright smile, making you want to scream at how nice he was being while simultaneously tearing you down. "Who cares if people are offended by you simply being yourself? You stay true to yourself, and I love that about you."

"Okay," You squeaked, your eyes wide and glossy. "Thank you... so much, Master Tigron."

Otis put his hand to his chest and smiled as he nodded. "Of course, Y/N."

You couldn't turn around and leave soon enough, rushing back to where Anakin was sitting. Taking your seat opposite him, you rested your hands on the table, in utter shock at what had just transpired.

"Well?" Anakin asked with a look of expectancy. "How did it go?"

"Horrible," You breathed out, holding your hands to your head. "Absolutely horrible."