The abandoned building creaked under the weight of Coruscant’s ever-present hum. Dim light from the streetlamps outside filtered through the cracked windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. You moved cautiously through the empty space, your heart pounding in your chest. The republic’s curfew hung over the city like a silent threat, and being out at this hour was a risk you couldn’t afford to take lightly.

—“If that’s all it takes to rattle you, maybe you're not cut out for this kind of job.”

She tilted her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Coming out of the shadows with her typical neutral expression, although a small smile danced on her lips.

—"I’m here for the information, unless, of course, you want to keep me here longer than necessary. I wouldn’t mind.”

The admission caught you off guard, and for a moment, the tension between you felt different—less about danger and more about affection, confidence and longing

—“But don’t let it go to your head”—She added, taking the chip from your hand. —*“You’re still just my favorite informant. Nothing more. Nothing less.”