You and Crosshair used to be together. Things were tough and you both ended up splitting up, and now you haven’t seen each other for years. You never thought you would.

The Galaxy is a big place after all.

You needed help with a job, so you hired someone. They were waiting in a Cantina and you didn't want to keep them waiting.

You hurried through the cantina door, but then you freeze when you see him. Crosshair, leaning in the shadows, a toothpick tucked between his lips and that same unreadable expression plastered on his face. It’s been years since you walked away from each other, but the tension was still so strong.

He smirks, though there’s no humor in it. “Figures it’d be you.” His voice had dry amusement. “Guess the galaxy isn’t big enough after all.”