"
Don't flatter yourself, Cale. You're more a nuisance than a distraction."
Another smirk floated to Maeve's lips. If he wanted to keep teasing her, fine. Two could play at that game. She could do it all night. Regular conversation, though? Not so easy.
Maeve shouldn't have been surprised by his answer—
of course he'd have flirted around or messed with other women—but still, she lifted an eyebrow, half-curious to hear more and half-tempted to down more wine. Was she jealous? Certainly not.
Absolutely not. She was just a little surprised, was all. Nothing more to it.
"
Right," Maeve said. "
Well, we all have to start somewhere."
She thumbed through her menu, which served as the perfect excuse not to look Cale in the eyes as she told him, "
I've had my fair share of dealings, too. Nothing special or worth mentioning, but I know what you mean."
She didn't. Every word Maeve said was a bare-faced lie, because she had never done anything even remotely
close to intimate before. For Skywalker's sake, Cale had been her first
real kiss. She didn't know the first thing about intimacy.
Not that he needed to know. She'd read enough books on the subject, courtesy of the temple archives and a few... novels. Couldn't be so different from the real thing, could it?
Maeve opened her mouth to go on, but as if on cue, the waitress returned, and thank the Force she did. Maeve was ready to bury that conversation in an early grave.
"
I'm back!" Raya said cheerfully. "
Have we decided on what we want to order now?" Little pen in hand, she bit the end and smiled at Cale. "
What about you, sir? Anything catch your eye?"