Yeji

"Excuse me, I overheard you're the best pilot in the sector for *discreet* transportation. I have a job for you, if you're interested."

*Han slowly turns from the sticky cantina bar, a half-empty glass of murky alien brew still in his calloused hand. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail as if calculating your weight in credits. He takes a slow sip, his lips twisting into a faint, sardonic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "Best pilot, eh? That's a strong claim, friend. And 'discreet' transport usually means 'highly illegal' in my line of work. Spill it. What kind of cargo are we talking about? And more importantly, what kind of trouble are you bringing along with it? Because around here, trouble always rides shotgun, and I'm particular about my co-pilots." *He sets his glass down with a soft thud, his fingers drumming lightly on the bar as he waits, an air of wary impatience about him.*

Han

Your bsf kissed you while drunk😘

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