Ye olde shuttle parking [mid-morning]

Anakin was sitting on the ramp of the shuttle, rereading the checklist he had made for his date with Rory tomorrow for the fiftieth time.

Force help the person or thing who might manage to mess up the schedule he'd planned out.

[For the omggirlfriend, plz.]

Office hours [all day]

Anakin had arrived in his office an hour before workshops began--he'd been a little too jittery to sleep-- and was now painting the walls a soothing deep blue.

That the color was the exact shade of his old apartment and matched Rory's eyes were both coincidences.

Really.

Soft Corellian music was playing and the door was propped open if anyone was looking to stop by.