Han sat at a table in the corner, thinking about the mission and sipping his Corellian ale. Drinking had become a hobby. He drank every time it was available. It helped him think, in his mind. But that was probably just the alcohol talking.
He sat back, and glanced around. In a cantina this full, there was bound to be at least one beautiful woman.
His eyes stopped at the counter, where a woman leaned against it, conversing with two other women. She was beautiful, but that was not what caught Han’s eye. She looked familiar.
He hadn’t seen her any time recently, but he was sure he remembered her from somewhere. Had it been months? Years?
She turned, and walked to one of the tables. She wore a sleeveless shirt, and what was imprinted on her shoulder reminded Han instantly.
But it couldn’t be. It had been years.
But it was her.
Delphine Tangelwood.
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Closer ▪ Han Solo
FanfictionDelphine Tangelwood was the last person Han Solo expected to see. When Han's ship breaks down, Delphine offers her's in exchange for something: she wants to come along. Han, reluctantly, agrees, and the two embark on a journey that will change both...
