The Knight and The Duchess (Star Wars AU) (On Hold)

14.Old Friend

*Satine's P.O.V.*

Obi-Wan sat cross-legged, on the other side of the diner booth. He sipped his tea quietly and looked at me over the rim of his tea cup. He set it down on the scratched metal table and asked, "Why exactly are we back here again?"

I took a sip from my steaming mug and shrugged, "I wanted my coffee." Obi-Wan leaned over the table and stared down at my coffee.

"How do you drink that stuff?"

"You get used it," I smiled and drank some more. I accidentally spit some out when I started to laugh. Obi-Wan stared at me, bewildered by my sudden fit of laughter.

"A-Are you alright?" he stuttered.

"Oh, I'm quite alright. I've just realized something strange. Well, three strange things," I replied as I counted on my fingers, "First, this is a diner. We've never had food here. I've never seen them serve food. Second, it's called Rex's Diner. We've never seen 'Rex'. And third, I don't know my own friend's last name. She's just Clove." Obi-Wan didn't respond for a while and sipped his tea, deep in thought.

"As far as she knows you're merely 'Little Red',"

I rolled my eyes and said, "That's for a different reason. She's just a normal person."

"Can I take your mug?" Clove's voice perked up behind me.

Still facing away and not realizing it was her, I replied, "What? No thank you, I'm not finished." Obi-Wan looked at me, with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide. I shrugged and went back to drinking my coffee. Obi-Wan leaned over the metal table and tapped my shoulder again. He pointed over my shoulder. I turned my head, and was met with a smiling Clove. I jumped a little and said, "Oh, hi. I didn't see you there."

"Don't sweat it, Little Red. I'm fine," she dragged a chair from an empty table behind her and brought it over to sit at our booth. She sat her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. "Congrats," she said, somewhat out of the blue.

I sat in silence for a moment. "What?"

"Congrats on your wedding," she clarified, sitting back and smirking. Obi-Wan and I made eye contact, followed by Obi-Wan cringing and sitting on his hands. "And before you asked how I know that, it's pretty obvious. First," Clove pointed at me, "you're wearin' a weddin' ring. Second," she pointed to Obi-Wan, "you're sittin' on your hands. And third," she gestured to the both of us, "you guys still come here. It's been three years."

"Well, I don't see how-" I protested.

Clove interrupted, leaning in her chair, "You're married, and you're adorable. I ship it." She made little heart symbols with her hands. I sighed and I could tell Obi-Wan was uncomfortable. He nervously sipped his tea on the other side of the table and his eyes darted between Clove and I. She leaned over the table and whispered, "You all aren't good at hidin', you know? Why don't you come down as you usual selves? I'm sure we'd all love some royal visitors." Clove stood up, shoved her chair back to its respective table and practically skipped off in the other direction.