She knew him. Or, she knew of him. It was all starting to become very confusing now. And he thought he'd figured it all out. She either knew him, really knew him, or she'd seen him in the holos. Obi-Wan had hoped that he wouldn't have to watch those blasted things, but if he was to determine whether or not people--
She knew the name Ben?! What kind of holo was this? He'd only gone by that name for a few years. And under the most strictness of secrecy. As far as he knew, only Owen Lars knew him by that name. And a few random traders in Mos Espa. And she didn't seem to be the type to be hanging around Hutt-managed cantinas and secondhand junk shops. She was far too (pretty?) pleasant for that.
"Yes," he finally managed to spit out. "Kenobi. And the pleasure is all mine."
Although, when he said it so slowly like that he wasn't entirely convincing. Not even to himself. He really had to wake himself up from this state of bewilderment. She was going to think he was some kind of deranged fool. And here he was trying to be polite and composed and -- oh! -- he'd almost forgotten to shake her hand. He gave her a half-crooked grin, slightly embarrassed, before taking her hand in his own.
Then he blinked.
"Wonderful? You think I'm wonderful?"
That wasn't exactly the sort of comment he was accustomed to hearing. Especially not from a stranger. A very nice stranger, yes, but still a stranger. Although, it was very flattering. But he didn't know what he'd done to receive such a compliment. The coffee wasn't that good.
He gave an awkward chuckle and picked up one of the sugar packets from the table, pouring the contents into his coffee.
"You must think me very peculiar," he said, stirring a spoon in the mug. "And to be honest, I don't blame you."