“Han Solo, for sure! He and Chewie really made the original Star Wars movies.” Charlie imagined Andy as Han Solo and it brought a smile to her face. She had a fondness for science fiction and adventure. Movies and comic books hardly ever failed to bring a smile to her face. They were a nice way to escape reality, even if only for a brief period of time. “I think you’d make a pretty badass, handsome Han Solo.”
“Amazing is a good way to describe it.” She nodded. Charlie, too, was glad that Andy had his sight back. It had taken a lot for her not to rant and rave at Maleficent when she’d cursed him with blindness. When it came to friends and family, Charlie had quite a temper. She’d known, though, that if she was cursed herself she’d have no way of taking the witch down. Not losing her temper had been very much worth it in the end. “I’m just glad that things worked out. This is a happy ending to the horror story that was Maleficent.”
Charlie took his arm again as he helped her out of the taxi. She had a constant smile on her face around him and looked very happy. “I hear you on the cheesy garlic bread. That stuff is pretty much addictive.”