Obi-Wan jumped up from his spot in the grass. He couldn't sit there any longer. He needs to move, needs to do something, to keep his thoughts and feelings in check.

Usually, it is meditation, but now he finds he can't do that with Azel just right there.

Azel opened her eyes and frowned at his sudden movement. She looks up at him with squinted eyes, and then brings a hand over her forehead to block the sun. "What's wrong?" She asks him.

"Let's begin training," He says and begins to stretch his arms.

"Well, what about meditating? I thought you said meditation is-"

"I know," He interrupts. "But we have a lot to learn. I would like to get in as much as I can before tonight."

Azel nodded. "Alright, whatever you like." She said to him and stood up.

"Stretch your arms and legs, then we will begin." He tells her.

--

They first went over basic self-defense maneuvers, repeatedly.

"You need to put more strength into it, Azelynn." Obi-Wan scolded her. He has her back pressed against his chest with his arm locked around her neck in a mock strangle.

"I don't want to hurt you," She repeated, yet again. He wants her to throw her elbow back and into his ribcage. He said, given enough pressure, she can incapacitate her assailant and escape. He also mentioned that if she did it hard enough she might even crack or break a rib.

Now that is hardwired in her head every time they repeat this position.

"You won't hurt me, Azelynn." He informed her.

"How do you know? And isn't that the idea of this?" She asked him.

"The idea is to escape." He said between breaths as Azel struggled to get out of his grasp, but without harming him. "Center your energy. Focus. I need you to channel the Force. Trust in it. You will not hurt me, and you will escape."

Azel tried to do as he instructed. She stood frozen in place, closed her eyes, and channeled the Force. It took her longer than she believes would be necessary if she were dealing with a real assailant, not to mention her airway would be cut off in the process making her heartbeat rise. There would be no way to escape and channel the Force at that point-

"Focus, Azelynn." He scolded her again, sensing her drifting thoughts.

Azel did, and swung back her arm. Her elbow connect with the bottom edge of his ribcage, making him gasp and loosen his grip. Azel quickly escaped and held onto his left wrist, twisting herself around behind him and pulling his arm with her. She bent it upward at the elbow so his hand is nearly touching his head, and held him there. Obi-Wan gasped in shock, and Azel kicked the back of one of his knees, knocking him down onto both.

"How was that?" Azel questioned with a smirk, not releasing him from his hold.

"Good," He answered roughly. "But one more thing."

Before she could ask what said thing is, Obi-Wan shifted his weight onto his right knee and kicked out his left leg. His leg caught onto Azels ankle and sent her off balance and to the ground. Obi-Wan anticipated her to release his arm as she went down, but instead held him in place, effectively pulling him on top of her.

Obi-Wan situated himself with his knees on either side of her hips, and his hands holding both of Azels wrists on either side of her head.

"You were suppose to let go of my arm, now look where you are." He said it to her in a scolding manner, but with an amused expression. "How do you plan to get out of this?"

Azel grunted, ignoring his question. "Ever hear of 'holding on for dear life'?"

"That's what that was?" He questioned her. "Because I think that is holding on for dear death."

Azel rolled her eyes. "When you fall, it's only natural to grab onto something,"

"Well your natural acts have landed you in the number one position you always want to avoid. Your next lesson is to escape."

Azel tested the strength of his hands on her wrists, and the weight of his body on her pelvis. It's nearly impossible to move. She can understand why this is a very bad position.

"And why can't I just use the Force to throw you off me?"

"Because these days you want to hide the fact you're Force sensitive. Which is why we are doing these exercises. There is a good chance you will need to hide your abilities for as long as possible. You use the Force to guide you in your next moves, but don't expose it physically." Obi-Wan thought back to the times she did exactly that--let the Force flow through her, guiding her in her movements. She did it at the Space port when she locked him in a choke hold, when they were running from the Sand People, and saving Han. The Force was flowing so strongly through her each time. She let it tell her what to do next. The only time it was used outwardly was her aim using the blaster. Once, a long time ago, that would have been an impressive thing to master so early on in training, now it's something that could get her killed or worse.

"Well by the looks of it I may need to use it."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Very worse case scenario, yes. But check all other possibilities first. Like I said, let the Force guide you, but don't wield it."

Azel pouted. "I've tried," She mumbled in annoyance.

"Have you?" He questioned with raised eyebrows. "Your legs?"

Azel moved them and found she has full function of them.

"That won't always be the case," He informs her as if reading her mind. "Depends on your assailant."

"Don't tell me you're going easy on me," she said to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Wouldn't dream of it. It all depends on the body structure of you assailant." He tells her. "I just happen to be on the more lean si-"

Before he could finish, Azel kicked her knees up and hit Obi-Wan square in the back, forcing him forwards into her. As he fell forward, Azel used his misbalance as leverage to tighten her stomach, lift her hips and twist, knocking them over so now Azel is atop of him. Her hands held his in place and her hips straddled his. She smiled in satisfaction.

Obi-Wan sighed. "You used the Force." He said in disapproval.

"Only because you're stronger than me, and anyway it's not like it was obvious." She said to him. She only used it to channel strength in flipping them. He is much stronger than she is, what does he expect?

"Hopefully with training you won't need the Force for physical strength."

Azel rolled her eyes. "You're just upset that a girl flipped you." She teased with a smirk.

At that, Obi-Wan flipped them again. Azel wouldn't have it though. With the momentum Obi-Wan used to roll them, Azel used it against him and rolled them again. Obi-Wan followed suit and the two of them rolled in the grass a couple more times until Azel gave up. She found herself on the bottom once more, laughing and out of breath.

Obi-Wan laughed above her, his tame hair in disarray from his ponytail. Strands fell around his face.

"Contrary to your belief," he began as his laughter died down and he tried to catch his breath. "I am not upset you flipped me. That is the point with this training." He said to her, while he watched the features on her face. Her eyes are alight with amusement and something else Obi-Wan can't pinpoint. Her lips are quirked slightly upwards in the corners, and there is a tint of pink in her cheeks. Her hair is fanned out beneath her in every which way from their wrestling. He looked back to her eyes but found his have travelled past them to her lips. They're pink, curvy, and slightly parted from breathing in and out through them. Her tongue darted out quickly to wet them, and Obi-Wan felt an impulse to trace them with his fingers, and taste them with his mouth.

At that thought, Obi-Wan leaned back and stood up. "That is enough defense training," He said to her. He doesn't understand what just happened, and now he is finding it difficult to look at her. "Let's break for lunch." Obi-Wan suggested and walked into the house without waiting for a response.

Azel stared after him with a frown, unsure what came over him. After she saw him enter the house, she sighed and decided to let him be for a little while. She doesn't understand how he can be so full of life one moment and then shut her out the next.

Azel stood up and walked towards the cliff edge and sat down, deciding to meditate. Whenever Obi-Wan teaches her new information, she likes to meditate on it. She picked up on a pattern that she retains more information faster when she meditates after learning and practicing.

She stared out at the ocean, admiring the view in front of her, before she closed her eyes to channel the Force.

--

The rest of the afternoon was dedicated to reviewing her defenses, and learning about the history of the Force and Jedi. They have been discussing a little bit of it each day. Azel doesn't believe it matters anymore, but Obi-Wan said it's important to know and that it may clarify things in her training.

Tonight is the night of her date. Azel has never been on one before and can't help but feel nervous about it. Maxwell is a good-looking man, which is what made Azel say yes in the first place. However, she can't help but feel like there is something wrong about it.

It is how she found herself meditating in front of the fireplace a few minutes before Maxwell is due to pick her up. Azel can't put her finger on this strange feeling, and can't seem to figure out if it is the Force telling her something, or her mind playing with her nerves.

Obi-Wan is in the kitchen, cooking himself something for dinner. He offered her something as well, but Azel said she may be eating with Maxwell. Obi-Wan simply said, oh yes you may be right in a strange tone.

It made Azel frown in confusion. Her stomach did a strange twist at what Azel has come to determine as disappointment in his voice. Could Obi-Wan be disappointed that she is not eating with him? Azel can't seem to determine why that would be. They've spent many meals together, one meal away wouldn't make a difference.

But maybe that is the reason. They have spent so much time together, which means many meals together, and now that routine in breaking. Even Azel has to admit that it feels a little strange to know she will be away from Obi-Wan for the evening. They have been together for a long time, and been through a lot in that time. She can't help but feel like they are a bit inseparable.

He hasn't said much to her when the evening came around, which is unlike him. Usually he is talkative or playful, sometimes he will ask if she wishes to join him for a film on the projector or play holochess.

Tonight he is quiet, reserved, and wearing a frown.

There is a knock on the door, pulling Azel out of her meditative state. She feels a little exhausted from her session, which is strange. She is meant to feel rejuvenated from it, not weakened. Maybe she didn't do something right, maybe she has too many thoughts running through her head.

Azel stood up and walked to the door. She glanced at Obi-Wan who is still wearing that frown, except this time he isn't even looking at her. He stays focussed on chopping a tomato.

Azel opened the door to an enthusiastic Maxwell. He is wearing his maroon colored robes from this morning, but his hair is down, and Azel is surprised to see it is a very long length. He has had it tied back each time she has seen him, but tonight it is loose and blowing in the gentle breeze.

"Madame Azel," Maxwell greets her with a smile. Azel can't help the smile on her face the moment she sees him. There is something so infectious about his energy that it makes her feel just as giddy as he is.

"Hello," She greets him.

"Shall we?" He asks her, and bends his elbow towards her in an offering. Azel nodded and took it. She looked back at Obi-Wan to say goodbye, but he is nowhere in sight.

With a frown, Azel closed the door as Maxwell led her away.

Maxwell brought Azel to the speeder and opened the door for her. Azel sat herself in the passengers seat and Maxwell walked over to the drivers side to step in.

"I hope you're hungry," He said to her as he started up the speeder. "Because I'm taking you to the best restaurant in all of Coruscant."

Azel smiled at him. "Sounds great," She commented.

They began to drive into the city. "So tell me, Azelynn, what brings you to Coruscant?"

Azel could tell Maxwell is just trying to make conversation, but the truth is Azel isn't even sure she should tell him. Obi-Wan trusts him, but they never talked about what is safe to discuss and what isn't. She hesitated in her answer, and went with her gut instinct.

"I've never seen the city before, and I've always wanted to visit." She said innocently.

Maxwell smiled. "She is a fine city," He commented. "Who better to come here with than a Jedi too?"

"What makes you say that?" She asks him with a frown. The sun is set now, and the glow of the city is shining before them as they approach.

"The Jedi were raised here. No one knows the city, hell the galaxy, better than they do." He said, keeping his eyes on the road before him. "Speaking of, there's the Jedi temple. You can see it just over there." He said and pointed to a massive structure off to their left. It has five pillars standing tall in the sky. "I don't think it's being used as anything, last I heard it's been boarded up."

Azel frowned at the structure, suddenly feeling more than curious. She remembers reading about it in holobooks a long time ago, hoping to find a stronger connection to her brother by understanding the Jedi more. She read that it is where the Jedi lived and trained, and there is a long history of the Force and the Jedi in that building. She's never seen it before, only read about it. She didn't expect to be staying so close to it, so so close...

"You've known Obi-Wan for a while then?" Azel ponders, hoping to push aside her sudden draw towards the large structure. 

"Yes, since he was just a young padawan himself."

Azel rose her eyebrows at him. Maxwell couldn't look to be more than a couple years older than her. How could he remember Obi-Wan as a child?

Maxwell began to laugh. "I'm sure you're wondering how someone as young looking as I could possibly know Obi-Wan from a long time ago."

"Yes," Azel commented. They are almost to the city now. Maxwell began to recline them higher into the sky as they entered, bringing them at what appears to be a level height for all the buildings. She kept glancing at the Temple as they drove, and was forced to look away when the other buildings obstructed her view.

"Have you ever heard of a Druid?" He asks her.

"No."

"I wouldn't expect you to. We don't exist anymore, and those that do keep quiet about it."

"Why's that?" She wonders.

"Because we have a history of being used for our abilities, enslaved if you will."

"But isn't it safe here in the inner rim?" Azel frowned.

"For a while now yes. But it is never something you want to openly tell people. I'm sure Obi-Wan doesn't parade around claiming to be a Jedi."

Azel nodded in understanding. "So what happened?"

"Well we lived in peace for the most part, until the Hutts came in and started taking our young and enslaving them. This was when the Hutts were starting to really use slaves all throughout the outter rim. As a Druid, we are immortal, which the Hutts have found to be useful with dangerous tasks that would normally kill a mortal slave."

Azel listened intently as he spoke. She can't imagine what it must have been like for Maxwell, and his species. She understands slavery all too well, and wouldn't wish it on anyone. She has seen people die from such intensive labor, she doesn't even want to know what the Druids had to put up with. If it killed mortals, then it must've been torturous for them.

"That's terrible," Azel commented, feeling a bit sick from picturing it.

Maxwell nodded. "We're safe in the inner rim, especially here on Coruscant because of the Jedi history, but with the events of the Galactic Empire we have been laying low. Everything is far too unpredictable now, I have never seen the galaxy in such a dark shape. Not even with the Clone Wars."

They pulled up alongside a very flashy building. There are fluorescent and neon lights igniting words in many different languages. A strange looking creature in a valet uniform came over and opened the door for Azel. Azel stepped out, and Maxwell followed her. The man took Maxwells name and then hopped into the speeder and drove off to park it.

"How old are you?" Azel blurted out without a single thought about it. All this immortal talk has her wondering.

Maxwell looked at her with a tug of a smile playing at his lips, "Madame Azelynn hasn't your mother ever told you it is rude to ask for ones age?"

Azel felt her cheeks redden hotly, so much so that she knows he could tell in the bright lights of the restaurant they are approaching. "I-I'm sorry-" She began to apologize, feeling bewildered and embarrassed.

Maxwell put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm teasing, Azel." He said to her with a humorous smile. "I'm actually rather young."

Azel felt her cheeks cool, but slowly. "Oh?" She muttered nervously, not sure she can trust herself to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm three-hundred and eighty-seven." He stated proudly.

Azels eyes widened. "You call that young?"

Maxwell faked offense and placed a hand on his chest. "Why Azel I am offended. I'll have you know that in comparison to immortality, that is very young."

She can tell he is teasing her now, and Azel just laughed looking away from him. She supposes he is right. In the grand scheme of things, three-hundred years of age is young in comparison to eternity.

"So, where are we?" She asked, wanting to change the topic. Ahead of them are a set of double doors leading inside the brightly lit building. There are people lingering outside with drinks in their hands, looking out at the city.

"The only place in the galaxy that you can get a real drink and delicious burger without having to go to different places for each." He smiled happily at her. "Come on," He said excitedly and took her hand, pulling her towards the entrance.

--

Obi-Wan watched as Azel opened the door and greeted Maxwell. He felt his stomach in knots since they finished with their lessons for the day. Never has he felt such a way about anything before. The only time he has was when he was a padawan and felt scared about flying.

Even so, that was a completely different emotion than what he is feeling now.

He couldn't watch anymore. Obi-Wan silently left the room before Azel could leave. He doesn't want to feel the way he is any longer, he doesn't want to watch Azel get whisked away by Maxwell.

Obi-Wan closed the door to his bedroom and sat on his bed. He doesn't understand the way he is feeling. This is new and foreign and he knows it is absolutely not what a Jedi is suppose to be feeling. Jealousy is a form of attachment, and he cannot let it effect him like this.

He should have focused on teaching Azel about attachments, and that she needs to not have them. He meditated, and reminded himself of Anakin. Anakin was taught those things, but he was much older and it was too late for him. Obi-Wan felt the same thing with Azel, she is too old to be taught that way. It is better to give her a different set of principles based on who she is, not who the Jedi would want her to be.

Obi-Wan is still conflicted with such a train of thought. He wants to abide by the Jedi rules, but look where it has gotten them. Look where Anakin is.

Obi-Wan put his head in his hands. He didn't even talk to Azel about the dangers in Coruscant. It is not like she is incapable of handling herself, or that Maxwell is incapable of discretion, but... but what? She knows not to be reckless. She knows not to galavant her life story, who Obi-Wan is, or what they are doing here. She is capable of taking care of herself, and Obi-Wan trusts Maxwell enough not to do anything that will put Azel or Obi-Wan in danger.

Who is he kidding? They will be fine. There is nothing to worry about.

Obi-Wan wishes, oh how he wishes, the Force was telling him something will go wrong on their date. This way he could deny these feelings of jealousy and blame it on a bad feeling in the Force. At least then he could have stopped the date altogether.

Who is he to do such a thing though? Her master? He already established to her that he doesn't want to be referred as that any longer. He is simply her teacher of the Force, and a friend. Nothing more. Friends help friends go on dates, right? Obi-Wan remembers his younger days, and helping to cover his friend that wanted to sneak away from the temple to meet with a girl. Qui-Gon found out that Obi-Wan was helping, and reprimanded him. However, he never told the Council or other masters about it. Qui-Gon just wished Obi-Wan would have been smart about it in case something went wrong. After that talk, the conversation drifted into Obi-Wan dating. Qui-Gon said that if he should ever desire a date, he should have one because everyone deserves to experience a date he said to him.

Obi-Wan felt a bit confused by it because he knew nothing would ever come of the relationship. Qui-Gon was strange that way. He was always a bit rebellious of some of the Jedi ways, but he never let it effect him or his status. We're only human, Qui-Gon once told him. He is right, they may be Jedi but they are also human. Humans are aloud to feel, he continued. But as Jedi we need to be able to control it.

Obi-Wan rubbed his hands up and down his face before looking up again. He misses Qui-Gon. He always had the answers for Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan could really use some answers right now.

He decided to meditate, and then continue reaching out to Qui-Gon through the Force like Yoda has taught him. It is time that he tries to contact him again. Who knows, perhaps he can find the answers he is looking for.

--

They walked into the restaurant and were greeted immediately, and seated just as fast. Around them the atmosphere is rather easygoing. People are dressed in casual clothing, and there is a bar in the center of the place. The walls are all glass, over-looking the city, and the theme throughout the place is rather plain but welcoming. It all adds to the casualty of it. Azel is grateful for it, she worries that if Maxwell planned to take her anywhere fancier then she would be underdressed.

The table they are seated at is glass, and the entire thing began to light up with words and pictures as Maxwell began to tinker with a button in the center. Azels eyes widened. Their table top is the menu.

Maxwell started to scroll through things on his menu by touching the glass and moving his finger across the image of a scroll bar. Azel smiled. She never imagined a table could be one big holopad.

Azel began to do the same thing with the menu before her, quickly reading through their food items and drink menu.

"The Druid Cooler is my favorite drink," Maxwell stated. I looked up at him and tried not to laugh.

"I can't imagine why,"

"I'm serious," He smiled. "Try it, I promise you will love it."

She sighed. "Alright. I'll probably try this burger you say is so amazing, as well."

Maxwell smiled proudly. "Very good choice." He said and began to tinker with the table again. Azels screen disappeared as Maxwell started to place their order. After a couple of minutes, their order is placed and the table went back to simple glass.

"So, are you a little freaked out to be on a date with a man in his three-hundreds?" Maxwell asked in a teasing manor.

Azel laughed. "No, just a little surprised."

"I look good for my age, don't I?" He asked and winked at her. Azel blushed. "It's okay, don't answer that." He said and then paused. "So how does a girl like yourself end up traveling to Coruscant with a Jedi?" He asks her in a hushed tone.

Azel shrugged, debating how to answer that. "You said it yourself, no one will know Coruscant better than a Jedi." She says, being equally as quiet when saying the word Jedi in public.

"So you knew him when he was a Jedi?" He asked.

"No," Azel answered automatically.

"So he told you he is a Jedi then?" He questions.

Azel shook her head, and internally kicked herself for not thinking her answer through. Again, she has to remind herself that this isn't necessarily because she doesn't trust Maxwell but because it will be safer for all three of them in the long run.

"He saved my life once," Azel said, hoping that would answer his question.

Maxwell nodded, somehow buying her vague response. "Must've been with his lightsaber then."

"Yes," Azel said feeling relief.

"Those weapons," Maxwell laughed. "They're fascinating things. It's unfornuate they are associated with the Jedi, or else I would make one myself."

"That's unfortunate?" She asks with a frown.

"Yes. I wouldn't want people thinking I'm a Jedi these days." He said with melancholy.

Azel nodded sadly. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking you're anything these days." She said gently.

"Exactly," he replied in the same tone. They were quiet a moment before he spoke again. "So, Obi-Wan saved your life and then what?"

"We became friends, and decided to travel." Azel shrugged, surprised at how easy the words are coming from her mouth. "I told him Coruscant would be a nice place to visit, and he said he has a place we could stay. So here we are."

Before Maxwell could respond, she decided to ask something that's been on her mind all afternoon.

"How did you know Obi-Wan and I weren't together when you asked me out?" She blurted.

"Who says I didn't?" He asks with a smirk, his brown eyes alight with humor. Azel rolled her eyes, suddenly being reminded of Arrin.

"No one is that arrogant, especially in front of a Jedi." She says. "So tell me for real."

"Is it not obvious?" He asks, becoming serious.

Azel blinked. "Should it be? I mean I show up to a strange planet with a Jedi-in-hiding and we are living together in a cozy little home. It's perfectly reasonable to assume such a thing."

"If he wasn't a Jedi, I would assume exactly that." He states matter-of-factly.

Azel waited for him to clarify.

"Jedi can't have attachments." He stated.

"Attachments?"

"Yes." Maxwell leaned in closer, and Azel absently did the same. "The Jedi consider it a path to the Dark Side. Attachments lead to jealousy, passion, anger... all of which drive the dark side of the Force."

Azel frowned. She suddenly had a memory flash of her reading about attachments and the Jedi. It didn't say much except that Jedi can't have any personal relationships. At the time Azel was too young to understand what it meant, but suddenly it all makes sense. The Jedi aren't aloud to love.

Azel felt her stomach take a dive into a chasm of disappointment. That means there is no chance she and Obi-Wan could be anything more... not that she wished such a thing, because she doesn't. Definitely not. Never.

But this also means Azel can never be with anyone. Maxwell doesn't know she's training, so he doesn't know he's wasting his time. She felt sad for him, and for herself, knowing he likes her and she can't ever be with him--or anyone.

Azel can't help but wonder why Obi-Wan never brought this up. In all their training with the do's and dont's of the Jedi, he never mentioned attachments. Considering what the Jedi believe they lead to, Azel believes it would be an important topic to discuss.

"Makes sense I suppose," She mumbled, trying to sound uncaring about it.

Just then, their food and drinks arrived. Both of them leaned back in their seats to allow the plates to be set before them. The two ate in silence.

After they finished eating, they sipped their drinks and discussed films and holobooks they enjoy. A third drink later, Azel said, "You're right, these are amazing."

"It's taken your third one to determine that?" He laughed at her.

"After my second, I stopped tasting it."

Maxwell laughed, as did Azel. "It's not that bad," He argued.

Azel smiled. "No, but I did stop tasting it." She giggled, feeling more than tipsy.

The rest of their evening went on like that, chatting and flirting over silly things.

It was on her next drink that she decided she should call it a night. The last thing she needs is a hangover, and to show up drunk in front of Obi-Wan.

"Too late for that," Maxwell said. Evidently Azel said those words out loud.

She giggled. "Oops," She said.

"Come with me," Maxwell insisted with a smile. Azel did as she was told, and after paying their tab, Maxwell led them outside to overlook the city. Azel smiled at the view whimsically.

Something caught her eye in the distance, and with a start she realized it is the Jedi Temple. The pull towards it has never felt more strong, or maybe it's the alcohol making it feel stronger. Either way, Azel feels that she needs to do something about this. She needs to see this Temple for herself, and understand why it keeps wanting to draw her in. What is in there that is so important?

Maxwell stared out at the city before them, and then glanced at a distracted Azel. "May I kiss you?" He asked bluntly.

Azel jumped at hearing Maxwell speak, pulling her from her trance. Nearly a full second later, she registered his words and her heart nearly stopped beating. It did a strange out-of-rhythm jump and left her breathless. It is such a bold question, and never one she expected to hear, especially right now and from Maxwell.

"Uhh," Azel mumbled out, unsure how to respond. The liquor has gone to her head quite a bit, and she had to really think to get out a response. As she thought of how to formulate words, she had the chance to think if she wanted him to kiss her. Does she want him to? She is glad to have the option, unlike how Arrin just grabbed her and pressed his mouth to hers.

She looked over to him wearing a frown. "Yes?" She answered, the question evident in her tone.

Maxwell didn't hesitate, he gently placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. His lips are soft, and his kiss is delicate like he fears her rejection.

They only held for a few seconds before he pulled away. He still held her cheek as he spoke, "I had to know what it was like to kiss you before you run off to become a Jedi," He whispered.

Azels eyes widened, how could he even know about that? Azel didn't tell him, and she knows Obi-Wan didn't so how-

Maxwell smiled and let out a soft laugh. "Come on, Azelynn. I've lived in this galaxy for centuries, I think I can tell when something else is going on."

Azel blushed. "Sorry," She mumbled, her head spinning from the drinks, or the kiss, or the Force. She can't tell which it is right now.

"It's alright," He said as he pulled away. "I understand."

The finality in his tone made Azel wonder what else he could be implying because his words sounded laced with some unspoken double-meaning.

But isn't that what her apology was as well? Kissing Maxwell wasn't nearly as impressive as she expected. She felt nothing, which is strange. Azel wanted to blame it on the alcohol but she knows better. She has no real romantic connection with Maxwell, and she knew it the moment he kissed her.

"Shall I bring you back now?" He asked her with a smile, as if nothing was amiss.

Azel looked back towards the Jedi Temple in the distance. "Actually," She said. "I need to make a stop first."