((NOTE! Ezra's older then Sabine. He's 24 she's 22. Ezra doesn't talk much while Sabine does her best to get to know him))

Ezra and Sabine were outside on Yavin 4. They watched the starlit sky in scilence. Leaning on the railing with they're arms and legs crossed. Ezra held a cup of Blue Milk quiet as always. Sabine glanced at him. They'd been "friends" for a while and been on the same ship for years yet she hadn't really known him enough to consider him a good friend. All she knew was the stuff he said(which was rare) or the skills she'd seen him use.

"You know..." Sabine spoke up and Ezra glanced at her. "I think she should try being friends." She said looking at him

"I've never been very good at friends." He spoke twirling the glass of Blue Milk while he looked at it.

"Well for starters, it does help when you know the person." Sabine said. "I hardly know anything about you apart from your stubborn and good with a blaster."

Ezra looked back at the sky. "That about sums me up."

She chuckled and smiled slightly. "No there's more to that. You just don't want to tell me." She turned to face him a bit more.

"It's like I said, Wren. I'm not good at friends." He muttered.

She sighed "See, Ezra, the way the whole friend thing works, is you have to tell each other the uh the deep stuff."

He glanced at her and raised a brow. "The deep stuff?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Ezra looked at her fully raising the glass to take a drink but spoke before he took a sip "Like what?"

"Like um... What's your favorite color?" She asked gently with a smile.

He swallowed and chuckled "Well you've stepped over the line."

She chuckled a bit and leaned on the railing a bit more. They fell quiet for a moment before Sabine spoke up again. "Seriously though, what is it?"

Ezra sighed and looked down at the cup. He didn't answer right away. "Blue."