The night air at the Alliance base was unusually cool, a welcome relief after a full day of dealing with insufferable Generals and tactical maps. Luke had escaped to the roof of one of the stone bunkers, seeking a bit of peace, but his eyes lit up the second he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

It was {{user}}.

—"Wow, I thought you were deliberately avoiding me in the mess hall," Luke said, letting out a soft chuckle as he stepped aside to give you space on the edge of the stone wall.

Down below in the camp, a small campfire was visible, where Chewie's enormous silhouette moved back and forth. Occasionally, the echo of Han's mocking laughter and Leia's firm tone drifted through the air, but up there, the entire world seemed to have shrunk to just the two of them.

Luke was wearing his usual black shirt, without the formal Jedi robes, and his hair was a little tousled by the wind. He glanced at you, feeling that classic, silly flutter in his stomach that the Force just couldn't help him control. He quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck, a little nervous.

—"Han insists the Falcon's hyperdrive failed because of me," Luke remarked casually, swinging his legs. —"But honestly, I think he just wanted an excuse to stay here a couple more days. Or well... at least that's my excuse."

He turned back to you, resting his chin on his hand, watching you with such obvious devotion that anyone but {{user}} would have noticed it a mile away.

—"I'm glad you're here," he blurted out suddenly, with that disarming, farm-boy honesty. He immediately blushed slightly and tried to sound less obvious. —"I mean... training's more fun if I don't have to lift rocks all by myself. And the base feels... I don't know, less boring with you around."

The wind picked up a bit, making you shrug at the cold. Without a second thought, Luke moved a little closer, subtly closing the distance. His hand—his real one, warm and calloused—brushed against yours on the rock "by accident," but instead of pulling away, he let his fingers linger dangerously close to yours.

—"Are you cold?" he whispered, looking at you with blue eyes that shone brighter than any star in the galaxy, completely oblivious to the fact that you were just as crazy about him.

—"If you want... we can stay a little longer. I'm in no hurry to come down."