Luke Skywalker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thelostjedi) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Luke had not been particularly social since he joined the ship, and after so much self-inflicted exile, it was much easier to stay in his quarters and not subject himself to idle chatter. But he needed to let it go. He had to get out, but forcing himself to do so was no small feat.
As he approached the Deck 5 lounge, he was felt a strong presence in the Force, something he wasn't used to since he really only felt people from his galaxy. As he turned the corner and walked in, he saw Leia, which helped explain much of a what he felt, but not all of it. And then he saw her, seated with a view of the stars. Rey. She had to be.
He gave Leia a passing glance, but remembered their conversation. He'd promised to learn Rey's identity and he wasn't going to back down from that promise. He ordered his own drink—a blend more fruit than alcohol—and took the seat next to her. "I take it you're Rey?"