Obi-Wan was rushing down the street, script in hand for his new movie he was set to work on over the next few months.. He had been so distracted that he lost track of time, he wanted to be home by 5PM and now here he was pushing his way through bustling crowds at half-past seven — not the way he wanted his night to go, to be frank.

His rush home was abruptly halted as he bumped into somebody on accident, knocking them from their feet.

“Oh dear-“ He exclaimed in a soft tone, his accent heavy as he muttered a faint apology whilst he offered out a hand to help them back up with a sheepish smile. “Forgive me, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?”