𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 • din djarin

Chapter 2: Mending Wounds

chapter 2: mending wounds •••

For the next few days, there's no sign of Din. You don't lose hope, trusting that he'll stick to his word. Instead, you find yourself daydreaming of him often. You keep ramitrol on the table, regardless of the fact that it never sells. It reminds you of the wonder you saw in those brown eyes when you told him what wosac flowers were capable of.

He looked at you like no one ever has.

Getting lost in your daydreams has gotten you in some trouble, though. You know you should be focusing more on your work but you can't help it. Drinna's been on your case more than usual, somehow noticing every single time your mind wanders to Din.

"Are you with us, honey?" Drinna often calls for you, making your face burn whenever you meet her amused gaze. "Do ya' need another cup of lemonade?"

In true Drinna style, she also gets nosy.

"Is it the 'nice customer' from before?" Drinna questions, widening her eyes as the movements of her fan intensify with her curiosity. "Ya' said it wasn't a big deal—but here ya' are, losing your sweet lil' mind over them! Can I at least get a hint? What do they look like?"

You never try to engage, but you do comply with at least one notable detail. "They've got brown eyes," you tell her. "The most beautiful I've ever seen."

Drinna never fails to respond with a dramatic "Awww," always making your face burn hotter—even under the already unbearable Scespa sun. A small part of you secretly hopes that Din won't come around, for fear of Drinna finding out and teasing you nonstop about it.

A very, very small part of you.

The day he turns up, you freeze right where you are for a moment. The customer standing across from you is none too happy about that, frowning as your hand hovers idly above a jar of doctoset as you and Din exchange a smile across the marketplace. You're content to stay just like this, but the customer snaps you halfway back to reality.

"Excuse me!" they exclaim, causing you to blink a few times as you resume your actions. "I haven't got all day."

"My apologies," you murmur, still smiling a bit to yourself. If you weren't so wrapped up in Din's presence, you would've had half a mind to tell the customer off, but the trance Din puts you in is hard to break. You finish wrapping up the jar before exchanging it with their credits, offering a genuine smile as you complete the transaction. "Have a good day!"

The customer scoffs lightly, walking away with discontent. You couldn't care less, especially when Din's the next one to step up to your stall. Today, he's wearing a shirt with shorter sleeves, proving more about his training than he was able to before as you helplessly find yourself staring.

"Din," you finally say, still smiling as your gaze meets his again. The way the Scespa sun brings out the flecks of light in his brown eyes nearly takes your breath away, especially as they sparkle with the same amount of joy you feel. "It's nice to see you again."

"You too." The hand he holds out to you silently asks permission for your own, making you bite your lip when he lifts it to press a kiss upon your knuckles. "I'm sorry it's been so long."

"It's only been a few days," you reassure him, waving your hand nonchalantly. "It's all right."

"I don't know," Din remarks, lifting an eyebrow as he leans his hands upon your stall. You swallow hard when you notice some of the muscles in his arms responding to the movement. "After meeting you... a day feels like a lifetime to me."

You shake your head with a giddy smile, even giggling a few times as you raise your brow right back at him. "Have you really been doing your Mandalorian training, or have you been trying to strengthen your flirting instead?"