Anakin didn't really do optimism, which was why he was watching his doorway a little apprehensively.

Force knew what student's relative or wayward Skywalker might walk through it.

An old symphony from Naboo played quietly in the background. Anakin found it soothing.

Anakin had held office hours yesterday, and met any number of annoying people. Okay, just Durron, but that had been enough.

The one he'd been most interested in seeing hadn't deigned to show up.

So here he was, all Jedi serenity as he waited--again--for another grandson to arrive.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

( It's like the new guy should have his own theme music, too... )