It was a warm night outside, but Julian couldn't feel a thing inside the temperate Starseeker's Bar within the Berchest capital. He had been there for several hours, his companion running considerably late. Their meeting was of utmost importance and he was already on edge, a single slip up and his life (and even worse, his reputation) would go up in flames. The tall man had his face concealed under a hood, his presence here could not be compromised, his large lightsaber hidden within his robes.
Where in the galaxy is she? At this rate the drinks will kill me before any authorities...
The bartender, who Julian learned was named "Goral", sauntered over with his fifth drink of the night. The enormous Berchestian was the silent type, thankfully, serving Julian's drinks without a peep, his long scrappy beard flowing around as he moved up and down the bench.
With a nod to the bartender, he began to sip on his new drink while scrolling through his HoloFeed. Only looking around to keep and eye on a rather unruly group of delinquent Berchestians who were beginning to get on the nerves of the other patrons. The venue had filled up considerably over the course of the night, with many citizens coming in after a long day of work.
As he began to lose hope that his companion would even show at all, he felt it... the force stirred around him, she was here...
He looked over at the Rodian labourer sitting next to him and waved his hand across his face.
"It's time for you to leave and spend the night with your family"
The Rodian promptly sat up and waddled out. After all, that spot was about to be occupied by someone who was far more important.
@LadyRen