Warm Months

Twin Suns

The sun, as it seemed, had nothing better to do then to glaze it's vivid gold beams onto the glittering orange paint job of his van. Han adjusted and readjusted himself to avoid the annoying glare of light. But it was no use and he just continued to gradually grow more and more annoyed. He was no stranger to huffing and puffing about minor issues. However the glare dulled once he turned into the small parking lot which consisted of a tiny gas station and a bowling alley adjacent to it.

Just as he cracked his door open, Chewie decided it was the best time for a round of barking. Han's eyes rolled high to the dingy ceiling of the van as he opted to pat his little buddy on the head and bounce out of there. He strolled over the pump and took a deep inhale of the strong scent of gas which was, to him, the smell of a good road-trip. That and a fresh coffee. Speaking of...

Han finished filling her up, The Falcon, as he called the damn fine bus. And hit the side gently before deciding the gas spot was no place for great coffee. If anything, the bowling alley was a better bet for a slightly less unsettling cup. Giving a quick peek to Chewie, he trailed off to the double doors striped with red and gold.

Inside, the sound of smacking bowling pins was much louder than he expected for a Friday morning. Much too crowded, if you asked Han. Though he could see how this might wake a person up, the paint-job itself was like a slap in the face. He scoffed as he came to the long concession counter and tapped his hands to the beat playing in his head rather than the tune over the loud speaker.

Just to go the extra mile, he took the time to ring the silver bell placed on the clean counter. A young woman came from around the back looking rather annoyed at the showcase of a man. She didn't even seem to care to hide it. Han smirked. "Y'know, it's polite to serve with a smile." He grinned sarcastically at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Was the bell necessary, sir?" She reasoned her annoyance. He just laughed.

"Well it's there, isn't it? If you hate it so much, why leave it out here?" He jabbed the thing once more and the girl shoved it away. It slid down the glittery red pathway and almost flew right off, if not for the grace of some blonde kid as he zipped by. Han barely caught a look at him before the lady spoke again.

"What was so important now?" She asked, folding her arms.

"Hey, Sass is no way to treat your customers." He playfully wagged his finger at her, he swore he saw a quick little smile from her. But it dissolved just as quickly as it appeared. He coughed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Can a guy get a cup of coffee around here?" He gestured to the set-up of food and drink behind her and she hummed.

She moved smoothly and poured him the freshest coffee they had at the moment. Closing the lid, she gestured to the small area to her left where creamer and sugar sat on a little table. "Make it the way your heart desires." She said with a thin lipped grin and slid the cup right into his hand. "35 cents, please." She added with her hand held out. It left a shadow over the counter that for some reason is where Han's eyes drifted to.

He dug around in his pocket for a lot longer than necessary just to get the girl to continue that look of repressed amusement. A smile could so easily break her expression but she forced it away and he was enjoying that way too much. He started to back away towards that table but miscalculated where he should land his foot and stumbled noticeably. The girl snorted as she pinned a glittery red name-tag onto her uniform. Leia.

"Good job." She said simply as she turned in a graceful quickstep. Her hair bouncing behind her as she went off to the far end of the bowling alley. Han scoffed as though the girl hadn't impressed him. He mumbled to himself all the way to that table, the Styrofoam cup of coffee in his curled hand.