“Yes, but people aren’t always willing to tell it, are they?” She looked levelly at him. Everyone has some secrets, it’s human nature. And sometimes they lie, that’s self-preservation.

Something tapped her foot and she assumed he was needing to stretch his legs, something apparently tall people needed to do as she so often recalled seeing Han lounging out in the Falcon; all legs and arms and smug smile. This man was a muted version of that, he had confidence to be sure but-That foot was not moving. It was definitively not moving. Was that a flirtation? If it wasn’t why did her cheeks flush, the drinks? Of course, the drinks.

“Is that so? You could teach me to play cards?” Now she leaned in, by action of shorter legs it meant her shoe dragged against his slightly in the change of position. Her elbow propped to the table and her chin came to rest in her palm. “You’d be my man?” That was too far, entirely too far. It was a mistake as soon as the words left her lips and yet all she could do was smile a sly little smile. Her free hand extended a finger to tap her glass, acceptance of another drink.