Still in my bathrobe, I was trying to coax one stubborn bronze lock into position with a silver hairpin when the door chimed. With a frown and one last glance at my reflection, I conceded defeat and headed to the entry.

I thought I caught a faint hint of anxiety trickling from the other side of the door, but it must have been my imagination because it was gone before I reached for the release gauge. I shrugged it off and the door slid open to reveal a cool and collected Jedi dressed to the nines.

"You're early," I said, slightly annoyed.

Skywalker shifted his feet before replying, "Yeah, sorry about that. Leia wouldn't stop fussing over me, so I just had to get out of there. But if you're not ready, I can…" he trailed off.

I gave him a look, "Do I look like I'm ready?" He seemed to get that it was a rhetorical question because he kept quiet.

I sized Luke up with one long glance. Starting from the floor, I noticed that his shoes looked a little too big; he probably borrowed them from Han. The tux he was wearing must have been newly tailored, as it fit him perfectly in all the right places and the creases in his trousers were too sharp. The exotic blossom in his lapel smelled great and somehow in the past hour and a half he had managed to get a haircut. I chose to ignore the fact that he was hiding a bottle of something behind his back.

I could tell when I had been staring a bit too long because his cheeks started to flush. Annoyance was replaced with amusement, my eyebrows raised, and my mouth twisted into a sardonic smile.

"Wow, Skywalker. You clean up real nice," I said appreciatively.

Sure enough, I managed to embarrass him. It looked as though he thought his collar was too tight, the way he started absently tugging at it. My smile broke into a grin.

"Relax, Farm Boy. It was just a compliment. Come on in, I'll be ready in a sec."

Luke followed me into my apartment and took a seat in the living area, but still didn't say anything. Instead, he seemed extremely interested in the etched glass of my table.

I eyed him suspiciously for a moment before saying anything myself. "Alright. Help yourself to a drink or something while I go finish up. I won't be more than a couple minutes, but make sure you don't bore my furniture to death with your incessant ramblings."

No reaction. What is up with this guy?

"Skywalker."

He looked up at me like he just noticed I was there. "Hmm?"

I rolled my eyes. I would never understand this man. "Never mind. I'll be out in a couple minutes."

With that, I headed back to the mirror and my awaiting mound of silver pins.