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Agen laughed out loud as he got a better look at the human woman he'd come to help when she pulled out a blaster and waved it in front of the man who had put a hand around her waist and was clearly trying to touch her breasts.
She turned to him and smiled slightly before visibly biting her cheeks and looking away.
No one else seemed to have seen or cared, they were alone in their bubble of fun.
"I couldn't help but notice your ease and grace without handling this... situation." He said as he leaned against the bar.
If she didn't want company, he would leave without insisting, he was approaching her mainly to show his appreciation.
Agen had always liked women who could defend themselves. It had an undying charm.
"Thank you, although on reflection I should perhaps have done nothing, just to see how you would have handled it."
"I would have broken his arm by twisting it behind his back, far away from your body," Agen admitted.
"Hmm... I should not have defended myself then."
The sincerity and disappointment was real, as was the flash of violence he'd sensed in her when she'd pulled out her blaster. He looked back at the human with a deliberately appreciative look on his face: he'd been right to go out, it was always in the nightclubs that he found the most interesting people, even if they were rarely as charming.
"The night is just beginning, if I go away, perhaps you will have a new and unwanted suitor."
Her laughter made butterflies rise in his stomach.
"I'd rather keep one who is desirable and wanted than put up with a dozen more."
"Ohh? And where could we find you that rare gem?"
"Buy me a drink like a gentleman and we'll see."
The Zabrak complied and ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail - which caused her to raise an eyebrow before she noticed he'd ordered two identical glasses. Agen liked the fruity, sweet taste of cocktails and their bright colours, much like this beautiful woman in a dress of light, flowing, airy pastel pink with gold satin around the neck and waist.
"And do you have a name, or will you remain " The Handsome Stranger"?"
It was Agen's turn to laugh.
"I am Agen Kolar."
"Padmé Naberrie."
"Like the Senator of Naboo?" Agen asked reflexively when a rare politician's name came to mind.
He really didn't know enough people in high places, it wasn't exactly Jedi-like, thankfully he wasn't a negotiator.
"She was first Queen of Naboo, and many Nubians named their daughters after her, not to mention that it's been a pretty popular name in itself for about a hundred years." Padmé explained to him with the air of someone who A knew what she was saying and B had said it too many times in her life, so he simply nodded.
The evening was like a dream, whether it was the times they talked, danced or that moment when she crushed him with darts. Agen had never been so under the spell of someone he knew so little about.
The Zabrak smiled every time their eyes met, and he hardly looked away, as if hypnotized. She was incredible.
"Tomorrow, same time, same place?"
"Deal," Agen replied. "And if anyone bothers you, I could break their arm."
"No one's ever offered it, it's so romantic," she said playfully before leaning forward to kiss his cheek. " Have a nice ride home, Agen."
The Jedi leaned forward to return the gesture.
"And you a safe one, Padmé, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
And when he entered the next evening and turned to the bar, there she was.