𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• seats, seats, seats •

no real plot to this one just vibes

  

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"May I help you?"

You turned to the voice, a bright smile on your face as the woman who asked you the question looked at you curiously. "I'm here on behalf of Seats, Seats, Seats; is it possible for me to speak with your pilots?"

The woman's face dropped as she looked you up and down, your uniform ringing a bell in her head. "Um, without an appointment, that won't be possible. Our pilots are busy-"

"Then the mechanics?" You asked with wide eyes. 

She was clutching a tablet to her chest as she looked around the busy hangar. "I doubt that there are any who are free to speak with you today. I apologise."

"Then the cleaners? Anyone?" You pressed desperately, pulling your lips down ever so slightly in an attempt to tug at her heartstrings. 

"What's going on here?" A man dressed in black robes asked as he approached the two of you.

"Nothing, Master Skywalker," The woman answered him quickly, before lowering her voice. "This saleswoman is here to make a pitch. I'll send her away as soon as possible."

The man sighed and turned to you, "Whatever it is, we don't-" He stopped in his tracks and looked you up and down, a smirk growing on his lips. "And what is it you're selling?"

"Master Skywalker, I-"

"You can go, Nell," He cut the woman off, who huffed and rolled her eyes before rushing away.

You grinned before holding out your hand to him. "My name is Y/N, and I'm here on behalf of Seats, Seats, Seats- and boy, are you lucky! You're gonna be one of the first people with access to our newest pilot's seat."

"Is that so?" He mused, taking your hand and shaking it. "I'm Anakin Skywalker. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And you, Sir," You replied, before bringing forward the big black briefcase you had brought with you. "Would it be possible for us to speak on your ship? It would make the demonstration a lot better."

"Sure," Anakin said before leading you over to a small ship which you guessed was his. He held out his hand and helped you onto it before shutting the door behind you and taking you through to the cockpit. 

He watched as you opened up the buckles of the briefcase and folded it out, revealing it to be a foldable seat. You looked at it proudly and said, "Here we have the Luxe Air Seat 5000; the forefront of flight comfort and design."

"It's a very pretty seat," He commented, slowly running his fingers down the black leather. 

"And comfortable, too!" You insisted, holding your hand out to it. "Please; be my guest."

Anakin let out a chuckle before sinking down on the chair, a look of surprise on his face as moved his butt around. "This is actually pretty comfy."

"I'd guarantee it's the comfiest one you've ever sat on," You vowed, smiling widely at him. "And ever will sit on - until we come out with a new one, of course!"

He looked up at you but his smile faltered and he tilted his head. "Have we met before?"

You laughed, "I get that a lot. I guess my friendliness makes me seem familiar."

Nodding, he bounced slightly in the seat, moving it around as he placed his hands on the arm rest. "It feels like I'm sitting on a cloud."

"That's wonderful to hear, Sir," You said excitedly, before your voice lowered. "Are you a Jedi?"