"Hey princess." Han said, walking over and sitting down next to her on the crate.
"Han." She said, not looking at him. Don't act different Solo. Just like Luke said! You promised him. Damn this is hard.
"Um…" Han started, scratching his head. "So, how are you?" Damn it Solo! That was so stupid! Ugh! You ruined it you big stupid idiot! Stop being nice. Say something that will make her mad… She looked at him quizzically, and then said, "Fine?"
"Listen, Leia, I can't stay any longer." He said, and her eyes immediately darted up to him. "What? Why not?"
"Jabba the Hutt has put a price on my head that's so big that if I don't pay it off soon, that I'm a dead man." He said.
"But Han! You have to stay!" Han glared at her.
"And why must I stay?"
"Please, Han, just stay. Do it for me. Please?" Leia asked, knowing that her ice princess title was melting off of her.
"Fine. Meet me and Luke for lunch in a bit your worshipfulness." He said, getting up and walking away.
Luke ran into Han in one of the ice passages. "Han! Did you talk to Leia?"
"Yup." He said, continuing to walk through the tunnel, and Luke decided to follow him. "Well did you act any differently?" Luke asked, and Han stopped at one of the doors.
"Hey, It's me!" He said, and then grinned and walked through the door.
"Oh, he acted differently." Luke said, rolling his eyes and walking in the other direction.
An hour later in the mess hall…
"Leia!" Luke said, as she walked into the mess hall. He waved his hand to make sure she knew where he was, and she sat down in the seat next to him. "Where's Han?" She asked, looking around.
"Oh, he went to go get the food." Luke said, still grinning.
"Right." Leia mumbled, turning away.
"Here you go." Han said, passing Luke a sandwich, blue milk, and some chips called 'Space Crunchies'.
He sat down and handed Leia a bowl of salad, Water, and some fruit. "I didn't really think that you would enjoy 'Space Crunchies' as much, so I just got you some fruit. Hope you don't mind." He smiled.
"No, It's fine…" She mumbled, and she started to eat her food.
Now say something mean to her Solo. Say something mean! Do it!!!!! His mind screamed at him. But as Han looked up at the princess, he shook his head, "No. I can't do it."
"Can't do what?" Leia asked, breaking through his thoughts.
"Oh, Nothing."
"Han! It's not nothing!" Leia screamed.
This is a perfect time to fight with her Solo. Han decided to give in to the voice in the back of his mind that was tormenting him.
"YES IT IS LEIA JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Han screamed, standing up, and throwing his napkin onto the ground.
Leia also stood up. "HAN! YOU ARE LYING! TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!"
"NO!"
"TELL ME!"
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO!"
"HAN SOLO! TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG SWEETIE!" She said, and then clasped her hand to her mouth, turning a bright pink. Everyone in the room looked at her, and then up at Han, waiting for his reaction, but before Han could say anything, she ran out of the room, leaving her uneaten food on the table.
"Leia! Sweetheart!" He said, absentmindedly, running after her.
"LEIA!" He screamed, as he ran down the hallway, finally reaching her room. He knocked on the door. "Leia, open up." He half demanded. "No! Go away!" She screamed through the door.
"Leia, whatever I did, I'm truly sorry." There wasn't any sound for a while, and then he knocked again. "Leia?" Han asked, "Sweetheart, open up." There was another deck officer that was walking past him with a heavy box in his hands, and he looked at him like he was saying 'You just called Leia Sweetheart? Don't you two fight all the time.' He said, "Shoo." And pushed the man along.
"Leia!" He said, banging on the door again.
She finally answered. "What don't you understand about go away?"
He looked down at the princess. "Leia, I'm sorry about what happened in there."
"It wasn't your fault. It was mine." Leia said, looking down at the floor. "My reputation is ruined." He sighed and for once, actually felt bad for her.
He pulled her into a hug, and she silently cried in his arms, except there were no tears.
"Look, Let me make it up to you, okay? How about dinner tonight in the Falcon? I'll even cook it."
She pulled herself out of his arms, and said, "Why should I come?"
"Leia, please. Do it for me? Please?" He asked. She laughed, and then nodded her head. "Okay Han Solo. You got yourself a date. See you at 19 hundred hours." He smiled, and said, "Perfect," Before turning around and running back to the Falcon. "CHEWIE! CHEWIE!" He screamed, running up the ramp of the Falcon.
He barked a, 'Yeah?' Back at him.
"Leia is going to come and have dinner with us, so you need to get this ship up in…ship-shape!" He screamed.
'Whoa, She actually agreed in a date from you?!" Chewie growled in disbelief.
Han rolled his eyes, "I'm not that bad!"
'He says…' Chewie mumbled, laughing, and then walking towards the cockpit.