General
The evening air of Theed carried a calm sort of elegance, the kind that lingered in the breeze rolling down from the hills and through the city's marble promenades. Cassian stood just outside the restaurant terrace one of those Naboo establishments where the architecture blended open arches, ivy-covered columns, and quiet pools of water that caught the reflection of passing skylighters above.
He adjusted the cuff of his jacket a deep navy, understated, but formal enough for the evening and glanced down the street that wound between the flowering terraces. It had been months since they'd last spoken like this, without boardroom agendas or encoded communiqués, and the thought stirred a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity. Dominique had a way of commanding a room even when she wasn't trying to, and he wondered how time had tempered her sharp poise or if it had only refined it further.
The sun had dipped just below the horizon, and the glassy dome above the restaurant shimmered in the hues of violet and rose. He exhaled slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he caught sight of a passing couple laughing, hand in hand. For a brief moment, he thought of how long it had been since he'd allowed himself such ease.
A nearby fountain murmured softly, and Cassian's gaze flicked toward the restaurant entrance as footsteps approached. The maître d' gave a courteous nod, confirming the table he'd reserved overlooking the central water garden.
He found himself rehearsing a thought before discarding it, then another. He wasn't sure how the evening would unfold whether it would lean toward the personal or slip back into the familiar rhythms of policy, strategy, and shared caution but he knew one thing he was glad she'd agreed to meet.
As the sound of footsteps approaching, Cassian straightened subtly, his hand brushing down his jacket. The quiet pulse of anticipation steadied in his chest.
Naboo's light bathed the street in soft gold as he turned toward her with that familiar composure the kind that masked sentiment behind civility and the faint warmth in his voice betrayed what formality did not.
"Dominique." he greeted, a hint of genuine fondness threading through. "You're right on time."