It was a bright, shining day on Coruscant – or at least as bright and shining as Coruscant could be. One thing about this day that was no different to any other was the traffic in and out of Yog’s Bar and Grill. Easily one of the busiest eateries in the district, it was rare that there was ever a free table. One among the many looking for a place to sit was a man in his mid to late twenties, with cropped brown hair and general air of normality about him.

Unlike many of the customers, there was nothing unusual about this man, except that he couldn’t find somewhere to sit.

“Excuse me.” He cleared his throat, as he stood over a table that was empty, save for one seat.

Sincerely, he smiled. “Do you mind if I eat here? Only there’s nowhere else.”