B E A C O N
900 ABY
LOCAL HOLOCAFE
NOON
"How long has it been?"
She had asked the question out loud but it was rather obvious that she had been talking to herself rather than any of the people walking by her by the way she seemed to look down at her feet while she slowed down. A green jacket over a somewhat snug silk shirt didn't pair well with the fabric her pants were made out of - or the heavy-duty boots that went nearly a third of the way up her shins. She had her hair held up in a tight, if messy, bun that didn't do a good job of keeping stray hairs along her hairline from poking and framing her face in a less than flattering way. An earpiece, if you could call the little black piece of tech that looked suspiciously like an earbud than anything else one of those, flashed a green light to signify a connected call while she reached up absentmindedly to tap it in order to hear what was being said on the other line.
"I thought you'd be back by now."
She stopped dead in her tracks and pursed her lips while her eyes rolled with enough force to cause her head to tilt just a little to the side. "You told me you didn't want to see me anymore." Amara answered back before pivoting to the left, walking into a small cafe-looking place - a holonet cafe or something to be sure. "I am just doing what you asked and leaving you be." She said while she looked around, subtly nodding her head when she found the service counter. "I - listen, I was upset, alright? When will you be back?" The voice on the other end of the line asked, sounding a little more than just frustrated with her at this point. She shrugged and sighed loudly as she walked up to the counter and smiled at the droid that directed her to a set of instructions haphazardly laminated onto the surface of the countertop where she had rested her hands on. "Huh? Oh, well, that'd be never, hon." She answered matter-of-factly, lifting a brow at the prices listed out in front of her. 'A terminal and java for six hundred credits?' Was the question that ran through her mind, easily shoving thoughts about the loud cursing that was screamed into her ear aside.
"Listen, Dash, babes, you called me a bunch of names that both of us know you can't take back - and you ended things. I'm cool with it, really, but we're over and I'm not going to listen to you get angry over it so I'm going to be hanging up now."
She pointed to the stimcaf-less option, a substantially cheaper fifty credits price tag attached, and nodded at the beeping offered by the droid on the other side of the counter. A few minutes later and she was offered up an access card that would let her into one of the terminals that lined the walls of the tiny place and, rather than step off to the side towards the assigned cubicle she'd rented out, Amara decided the perfect course of action was to turn around while dramatically tapping the earpiece in order to end the call.
Immediately walking right into a much shorter Xariah Pavanos .
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