Timeline - Mess-Hall. post New Hope, pre EBS.
"I'd let him wear me like a hat." Giggling.
Leia rolled her eyes at the overheard comment, flicking them up quickly to confirm what she already knew. The whole base had Solo-Fever. She was fed-up of it.
Did no one see him for what he really was? It was infuriating.
The vulgar chattering beside her ceased immediately.
Don't see me. Don't see me.
She could feel him staring at her and didn't dare look up.
A glass was set in front of the tablet she was ferociously typing on.
"You work too hard."
And he was gone.
