Quin grinned. He liked seeing Nikko flustered— it made him feel better about himself. He’d been in her shoes before, being the one the surprises were given to rather than the one pulling the surprises. On more than one occasion too, as a matter of fact.
“Yep!” He answered the Padawan cheerfully. “He knows it’s us, alright. So he’ll be careful. But he won’t be able to hide it forever.” He nodded at the last part of what she said.
“Exactly.” Then, Quin checked his watch. It was almost the start of their shift, so he shifted the gears, turned the speeder around, and the two Jedi were on their way to the mayor’s office.
He was already standing outside, waiting for them. He wasn’t smiling, however, just like the first time he’d seen them. Maybe it meant something. Maybe it meant nothing. Whatever it was, Quin would make sure to take a note of it. Nikko at his side, he made his way up the steps of the town hall.
“Master Jedi.” The mayor gave each one a respectful bow. “How kind of you to offer me your protection. Especially you, Master Ivita. I am glad to see you well.” He gestured for them to follow him. “I hear… this is indefinite?”
“Yes, sir.” Quin winked at Nikko when the mayor looked away. “One of us is to be with you at all times.” The mayor didn’t look too happy at that.
“Yes, I am aware. For the morning I will be in my office, so make yourselves comfortable. I have breakfast set up for you.” Opening the door, the two Jedi would find a feast of morning dishes on a table in his office. It was an awful lot considering that they’d just delivered supplies last night, though. The mayor would sit down at his desk, waving the two Jedi off.
“You can eat, don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere.” What’s with the attitude? As the son of two politicians, this was certainly not the way one in higher office was supposed to act. But also growing up with politics, Quin had learned to deal with many different types of people. And to tolerate them.
“Cheers,” he said to Nikko, raising his cup of orange juice.
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