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“Anakin,” she said, “Can you tell me how we met?”
He laughed; it sounded a little sheepish. “Well, it’s a bit…I mean, you were my professor in university, and…”
Obi-Wan groaned. Even she remembered the rules surrounding students and teachers dating. “Please tell me I did not sleep with a student.”
"The restaurant was called The Star of Caamas, and served traditional food from the planet. It was busy, but the name ‘Alana Silver’ got a nod and a smile, and direction over to a small table for two where someone was already waiting.
She was young, younger than Obi-Wan had imagined, and a Togruta. Dressed in a smart but nondescript dress, she was fiddling nervously with her napkin as Obi-Wan approached. She did not, in any way shape or form, look like a threat.
“Hello,” Obi-Wan said when she reached the table, because it seemed the only thing she could say.
Ahsoka didn’t jump; Obi-Wan wondered if she’d noticed her approaching before, but hadn’t looked up. The expression on her face was curious when she did; one part wary, one part longing. “Master Kenobi,” she said softly."