You sighed as you wiped the grease from your hands. "'Engineers are one of they highest paying jobs.' They said. 'Imagine the things you could build and how famous you could become.' They said. Well, I'm here repairing ships for the stupid army!" You grumbled as you shoved your dirty cloth in your pocket before slamming the lid of a military grade speeder shut and moved to the next one.
"This is so much fun," You mumbled sarcastically aloud as you wiped your forehead. "I should have become a loan shark or something stupid like that. It would be way easier to pay rent and junk that way."
The rest of the day went on like that, fixing engines of broken down speeders. Sometimes when you opened up one of them, you had the joy of setting in new shock absorbers to prevent chrome abrasion and other splendid side effects. Time started to move slowly as the day progressed. Clones would come in and out of the hanger, you were working in, talking about things you didn't care about. But the more Clones that passed through, the more seemed to loiter around.
You were fine with it at first, it honestly didn't matter what they were doing because you were just here to earn some money, yet as you worked you felt icy pricks work its way up your spine. It was starting to make your insides jittery by the time you reached the last speeder for today. So when you began to clean up your tools, you accidentally took a step backwards onto someone's foot.
"Agh, watch it!" Someone growled in your ear.
Utterly horrified, you grabbed the money wrench from your tool box and swung it at the person standing right behind you.
You saw a clone stumbled back wards, a commander none the less. "What the heck is your problem?!" He yelled at you.
"What's yours?" You shot back, "Don't you know better than to stand behind someone when they are working?!"
The clone scoffed as he rolled his jaw out, part of his face red from where you assaulted him. "I should report you." He growled.
"Oh really?" You laughed crossing your arms in irritation. "Would they honestly believe a low life, dirty, engineer would have the strength to strike a well built, tall, attractive, sturdy..." You caught him smirking at you. "Soldier..." You trailed, cutting you list short. He started to chuckle darkly. "Sh-shut up!" You stammered.
"I didn't say anything." He teased as he took a step towards you, making you take one back, pinning you against the speeder. You bit your lip as he took out a marker and wrote a number on your arm. "If you take me out for dinner I just might consider not reporting you," He whispered, getting so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.
The trooper pulled back at the first signs of a blush and walked away as if nothing had happened. Although, it seemed some of his men had been watching the exchange intently and were now snickering amongst themselves.
Looking down at your arm to see his name and number only made your blush worse.
