WHO: Han and Leia WHAT: Meeting for the first time WHEN: This evening WHERE: Hinkles WARNINGS: TBD, probably none STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Han had talked on and off with the people from his world, but he hadn't met any of them in person. That was partially by design. It was beyond strange to have people who knew you from your future. He didn't know how he felt about that. The things he'd been told...it didn't seem like something that could happen to him. All the talk of his heroic actions in the Rebellion, well...that just didn't feel to Han like something he'd do. Sure, he agreed in theory with a lot of the people fighting against the Empire, but he himself was just out for survival. He was a smuggler, a thief, not exactly the kind of person they threw parades for. And to be honest, he was out for himself and himself alone. He'd learned the hard way not to trust other people. The betrayals had hurt, each and every one of them, but they'd taught him an important lesson, and not one he was going to be quick to forget.
Even though his leg was still in a cast from his incident with the dome, he still couldn't stay cooped up in his apartment. It was a nice enough day, so he decided to head out and find something to eat. Cooking wasn't really something Han did, so instead he headed towards Hinkles, which had become a favorite spot of his. The burgers were tasty and cheap, and the atmosphere of the place was casual enough that he didn't feel entirely out of place.
He stepped inside and grabbed a menu, leaning against the wall as he looked over it and tried to decide what he wanted to order. That was when he saw her - the girl he'd talked to on the net. Leia, he thought her name was. He looked at her for a moment, not sure what to say, and then simply cocked an eyebrow and gave her a bit of a charming grin.
"Hey."
He didn't know what else to say. Talking with people who knew him later in his life was awkward, to say the least.