Corellia
Coronet
Skylight Cafe
2137 Local Time
A faint whisper of a sigh passed through faintly parted lips as Ishale, once more, found errors in the numbers at hand. Bless her mother's heart, she tried, but the burden of doing so many calculations virtually solo meant she made more errors than she could hope to correct.This was the reason that Ishale often sat up late in small cafes like this, hazel eyes boring through page after page of information kept on her work pad. Tapping at the number with the protrusion of her right wrist bone, she sighed again, left hand leaving the warmth of the fresh cup of tea she'd just purchased.
Still, she found a reason to smile as she used her fingers to rectify the mistake; at one point in time, this had actually frustrated her. Now it was becoming second nature. It didn't occur to her any longer that, perhaps, had things gone differently, she'd have kept her hand... and the male half of her family.
But she didn't dwell on these things for long. A correction had been made, the scent of hot tea clung to her nostrils, and with the faintest wisp of a content smile on her lips she hefted her prize to her mouth and drank a hesitant sip.
Thank the Stars she did, too! Her head shot forward, lips sucking in at just how scalding hot the tea was. When they'd told her 'fresh', they'd meant just that. Most of the time, fresh meant 'not from yesterday' and the steam was more for show than from heat.
But she'd been wrong today. Brushing a tear from her eye, she chewed her lower lip and set about re-scanning data tables. Another boring day, another boring night, another boring cup of tea. Never anything of interest, thank the Stars. Last time something interesting had happened the dead had walked.
She really didn't need to hear the sound of people eating each other right now. Guess some things never truly leave you...