It had been a year since everything fell apart. A year since you last saw her. You weren’t expecting to run into her tonight, not here, not now. But there she was—Leia. Standing near the bar, she was impossible to miss, like a magnet in a crowded room. She looked every bit as stunning as you remembered, maybe even more. Her figure, wrapped in a sleek dress that fit her like it was made for her, was as captivating as ever, her presence commanding attention from every direction. But all you could think about was that night.

She caught your eyes before you could look away. For a second, you thought about pretending you didn’t see her. Too late. She was already walking over, that confident stride of hers unchanged. When she reached you, she didn’t say anything at first, just gave you a look that cut right through you. A mix of disbelief and something else—maybe annoyance? Or maybe just... indifference.

“Well, well,” she said, leaning one hand on her hip. “Look who it is. Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Her voice was smooth, steady, but you could hear the weight beneath her words. There was no smile, no warmth—just that air of undeniable confidence she always had, like she was fully aware of the effect she had on you.

“So, what are you doing here?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Thought you’d be hiding out somewhere after... well, you know.” The words hung in the air, sharp and direct. She didn’t need to say more. You knew exactly what she was referring to—that night, that kiss.

“Still chasing after anything that moves, or have you learned a little self-control?” she added, her lips curving into a smirk, but there was no humor behind it.

Before you could answer, she leaned in slightly, close enough that you could catch the faint scent of her perfume, the same one you used to know so well. “You know, I almost didn’t recognize you,” she said quietly, her voice softer now. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How time changes everything, except for some people.”