At 6am every morning, the tapping started. It was when Leia's upstairs neighbor got up, she reasoned, and got in the shower. The repetitive tapping was accompanied a loud humming/singing hybrid that interrupted Leia's minimal sleep cycle.
Suddenly, she couldn't take it any more. It had been a week of tapping, and not quite knowing how to work the shower, and feeling cold and numb and alone. This was the last straw. Hurrying to get dressed, she stomped up one flight of stairs, pounding on the door.
"Excuse me!" she called through the door as she pounded, "Can you keep it down? Some people are trying to sleep!"
The door swung open to reveal a still-damp Han Solo, towel wrapped low around his hips. Leia flushed, eyes widening before she regained control over her features and glared.
"I should have known it was you," she snapped.
"'Morning, Princess," he grinned, "What can I do for you?"
He leaned against the door frame, and Leia forced herself to not look at the towel.
"You are very loud in the mornings. Some people are trying to sleep, like me, and I don't appreciate being woken up by your incessant tapping and singing every morning," she said, calmly.
"There are other ways I could wake you, if you want," he towered over her by a foot, but she pulled herself up to her full height.
"How about you be a little quieter and I won't report you to the building manager," she snapped, "Sound good?"
"Only if you say please, you highness," he leaned down, grinning.
"In that case, please shut the hell up," Leia said, before pivoting on her heel and walking back down stairs. Satisfied that she heard his door slam in response.
"Uh, what's going on?" Luke stuck his head out of his apartment, located across the hall from Leia's.
"You're friend is being to loud," Leia said, gesturing to the ceiling.
"Han? Yeah, he's not that bad when you get to know him," Luke offered, but Leia just rolled her eyes.
"I doubt it," she grumbled.
Luke rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "Do you want some pancakes? I make them every Saturday and there's too much for just me."
"Sure, thanks," she replied following him into his little apartment. It was the mirror images of hers, she noted, taking a seat on a stool by the counter.
"Do you need any help?"
"Nah," Luke blushed as he poured the batter into the skillet, "You're the guest, I've got it."
Leia was quiet.
"Hey! I have an idea!" Luke said after a moment, "You should come to the party tonight!"
"Party? I don't know, I'm not really a party-" she'd begun when the door swung open.
"Smells great, kid!" Han, now fully dressed walked in and slapped the counter. Leia jumped and glared at him.
"Hey, what's the princess doing here?"
"I have a name!"
"I invited her," Luke said, "For breakfast, because that's what neighbors do."
It was unclear whether Han or Leia heard what he said, as they glared at each other. Luke shifted uncomfortably.
"Uh," Luke tried to break the silence by setting a plate of pancakes in between them, "I was just asking Leia if she wanted to come to the party tonight."
Han leaned against the counter, "I'm not sure kid, I don't think it's really her speed."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Leia snapped, "You know nothing about me!"
"It's not really a gala, princess, just a little shindig. We get a couple of kegs, maybe get lucky," he grinned, "Not really the place for delicate young ladies."
"It sounds exactly like my kind of party," Leia said primmly, sitting up straighter, "Luke, what time did you say it was?"
"Eight'o'clock tonight," Han said before the younger man could answer, "Apartment 4C. But don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh I'll be there," Leia shot him one last glare before storming back to her apartment.
"Hey! Don't you want any pancakes?" Luke called after her, but she was already gone. Sighing he said, "What do you think of our new neighbor, Han?"
"I'm trying not to."
"Good," Luke mumbled.