Dancer (Part V)
Luke glowered at his cards. He had never been good at sabacc, and only agreed to play occasionally because it was good for his squad’s morale. As usual, they were playing for choice of duty shifts and work details rather than credits. He was going to be screwed for weeks if his current abysmal trend kept up.
A gentle tap at the back of his mind distracted him. He no longer had to work quite so hard to hide his smile; he’d finally taught himself to internalize it, direct it back at her. To his private delight, she seemed to bask in it.
Hey Jade, he greeted warmly.