J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

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It's just a date with a friend, you tell yourself, it's just a friend.

But you can't help but feel nervous. You brush your hair with care and arrange it in an elegant manner. You pepper some makeup on your face, a bit of this, a dash of that... Then you pass the next 30 minutes hesitating between a corseted dress and one with a slit. Why do I care so much? He won't care, you scold yourself, I should put in this care for Arzel, not Thrawn!

But the butterflies in your stomach tell you otherwise.

You opt for the black slitted one and take some heels with that. Feeling bold, you chose some stockings that accentuate the length and the curve of your legs. You vaporize your favorite perfume and check yourself in the mirror. A shame Arzel didn't get to see you first in this beautiful dress, he chose it for you. Feeling cute and on fire you wink at yourself, grab your vest and head toward your door. The evening promised to be good.

You sat down in the navette, feeling a bit overdressed for the public transport. You take out your comlink and send a confirmation text to Thrawn. He responds shortly.

"I am waiting for you"

You stare at the text. He's waiting for me... You repeat in your head. You feel your heart palpitate at those words and your face heating up. You shake your head. No! Don't be ridiculous. You take a deep breath and feel yourself calming down, you smile, relaxed and peaceful as someone who will visit a simple friend.

The gallery is in one posh quarter but in one of its little alleyways, consequently you lose your way. Great! The evening when you wear heels you have to run everywhere. You finally notice the sign on the wall, and underneath, leaning against the wall, Thrawn. Dressed in a white turtleneck with a black vest, he wears purple straight pants with black shoes, really different from your usual green uniform. In fact it's the first time you see him in any other clothes than his uniform, outside the time you saw him...naked. Your cheeks burn at the memory of your younger self spying immodestly on an innocent man. What a shame! You approach and apologize profusely.

"Sorry, I lost my way!"

He shakes his head.

"It is alright. You are beautiful tonight, those colors suit your complexion very well."

You smile blissfully. Finally someone who appreciates your efforts! Nather stopped complimenting you despite the fact being the one pushing you to do make up.

"Thank you. I have had numerous occasions to practice since the academy."

A mischievous grin comes lightning his face

"Indeed. I remember your skills weren't as sharp back then."

You nudge him.

"You are mean, sir."

His grin doesn't depart as he gestures to the door of the gallery.

"Shall we go?"

You reajust your purse on your shoulder and take the lead. Your stiletto heels clac on the ground, rhythming your walk. He comes to place himself next to you and you get a whiff of his cologne. You smile at him and enter the building arm in arm. The gallery is more massive than what it first appeared, you could actually lose someone in there. He picks up a leaflet and you start the visit.

"What did you say your friend does?" Thrawn asks

"He does paint and sculpture." You respond, leafing through the prospectus to find his part. "He has been grouped with other little creators at the end of the visits."

You walk through a multitude of rooms, observing and detailing each piece. You see countless of different oeuvres, paintings, sculptures, scenographies, mini holos, live representations, even a piece consisting of only odors.Your heels start hurting you. You walk among the oeuvres looking at Thrawn, despite his collected appearance and stern demeanor his eyes sparkles like a child during Nüg. He walks to each and every piece with his hands clasped in his back and serves you a thesis on each species, detailing every subtleties of each piece in lavish details and interminable sentences.You don't mind. You listen with great pleasure to his unstoppable flow of words, you encourage it by asking questions and laugh at his flashes of wit.