"Back already?"

Anakin glances up at you over the counter, pausing the tinkering he was doing with what seems to be a model airship. He smiles brightly at the sight of you. He won't admit it— except he will, to literally anyone that listens— but you're his favorite customer. You work in the shop next door. He's gotten used to you coming by for his help.

Honestly, he looks forward to it.

"What is it this time?" He teases. "That old speeder break down again?"