Jesse strode through the bustling streets of Coruscant, his armor gleaming under the bright city lights. The sounds of the city buzzed around him, but his mind was focused on one thing: the delicious pastries from his favorite café. Every visit was a small escape from the chaos of war, a moment of peace where he could indulge in the simple pleasure of a sweet treat.

As he entered the café, the familiar aroma of baked goods enveloped him, making his mouth water. He approached the counter, his heart set on the café's famous pastry. But..Jesse's anticipation quickly turned to disappointment when the café owner said that they didn't have any now left.

His heart sank. It felt like a personal loss, a reminder of the little pleasures that were becoming increasingly rare in his life. The weight of his disappointment pressed down on him, and he forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No worries,” he replied, trying to mask his letdown. “Maybe next time.”

But when they suggested that they could go and learn how to bake pastry together, a little bit of the smile returned to his face and he asked; "Wait, seriously?"