Galen Marek // Leia Organa
Well, after sending a message to Leia again about where to meet him for dinner, Galen stood waiting impatiently. He was dressed better than he had been previously having to dress to impress, wanting to actually impress Leia to some degree. He was sure to also mention to dress nice for the occasion. Not that she didn't ever look poorly, but - Starkiller's face drained of color. Was this one of those moments where he misspoken and upset Leia?
Looking down at the suit he got for the occasion he suddenly felt incredibly foolish. The worst actually. He had managed to get his suit fitted where he was still able to stow away both the lightsabers he now carried, and now in this occasion where he was supposed to meet Leia at some fancy restaurant in one of the casinos, she wasn't going to meet him, because his words were said wrong.
Thankfully that was when he felt her with the Force. She had this presence about her that stood out, and was simply easy for him to focus on. He felt her, but didn't see her. There was a low smile on his lips while stood in the sea of people with his hands in both of his slacks pockets. Where was she?