Tatooine Short Stories

He walks into the room, it’s cold. He could feel the female from miles away, his eyes scan the area, his hand run throughs his dark hair, an action he had been accostumed to do every time he was nervous. The memories of the visit of Tatooine earlier had not been of his liking, specially when it was cut short thanks to the female in the room. The young male tried to keep the disgust inside, not show it, afraid his uncle would scold him for being a “brat”.

“Are you okay? I’m Ben, I was there with you when uh- my uncle helped you” he tries to sound interested, human. Ben stand next to her, he remembered the earlier event and although it was hard to admit, it was embarassing that he had not helped her and stayed quiet