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Your father arrived at D’Qar a few days after you did. You were thrilled to meet him and you were constantly watching your datapad to see if it was time to leave for your appointment. It was already evening when a familiar voice rang in your ears.
"Ready to go have a drink with your old man?" your father said, leaning against the ship you were working on.
You smiled happily and turned around, almost jumping into his arms. The two of you embraced each other for a long time, just standing there and enjoying the moment of being reunited.
Soon, you made your way to your father’s ship and flew over the dark woods of D’Qar, until a tall building peaked out between the treetops. Your father expertly landed the ship and you climbed outside, breathing in the cool air. It was a beautiful evening and as you looked up to the sky, you saw the first stars shining faintly. You entered the bar through a plain looking door, but as soon as you stepped inside you were overwhelmed with how modern the interior looked. To your left was a long counter and behind it an even longer showcase with countless bottles of alcoholic beverages. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you could recognize some of the bottles and knew what their content tasted like. Between two bottles of Phattro, which was a drink sold in most cantinas and T’ssolok, a Twi’lek liquor, you spotted a bottle of Corellian red, a beverage you knew from your home planet.
"How about reviving some memories, dad? " You grinned at your father, knowing he had an exhausting day and was in desperate need for a drink, so you walked towards the bartender and ordered two glasses of the sweet liquor. The last time your father paid you a visit, he picked you up from work and you two headed to a bar located in the center of Coronet City and talked about everything you hadn’t caught up on. It was nice seeing your dad after such a long time and so you had spent the whole night at that bar.
As you two settled at the counter, you felt like you were being watched. Not the uncomfortable kind of being watched…No, you felt somebody’s eyes on you, watching every movement your body made, admiring every curve of it. You looked around the bar and you found the person responsible across the room at a table with fellow pilots. Your (Y/E/C) colored eyes were met by dark, brown eyes, which blended perfectly in the dim light of the bar. Your father was currently telling you a story about how he and General Organa met for the first time, but the only person in the room that was important to you –at least at that moment- was him. Dressed in a red overall almost identical to yours, with his brown, soft looking curls falling into his face, he looked like he came straight out of your imagination. He didn’t even bother looking away and held your gaze constantly, even as he mumbled something to his neighbour. Said neighbour looked at you as well and answered inaudibly, but apparently it must have been something important. Otherwise, the pilot wouldn’t have stood up and would be walking towards you.
As you noticed that he was coming closer to the counter where you and your dad sat, you started sweating. You hadn’t been with many men and it had certainly been a while since there was someone who caught your interest. As he crossed the room, you tried everything to prevent him from noticing how nervous you suddenly had become and focused on listening to your father’s story.
“So, we were busy with founding an alliance with the Mon-Kalamari when I was -“
“Supreme Commander Y/L/N! It’s such a pleasure having you here. We haven’t been introduced yet, so let me handle this myself…
I’m Poe Dameron, leader of the Red and Blue Squadron.”
Wait. So this was supposed to be your Commander? You had already heard that Dameron was quite handsome and he apparently deserved it to be called “the best pilot in the galaxy” but you didn’t expect to meet him at a bar. And you certainly didn't expect him to be that good looking. Since you had been busy with working on the ships for the last few days, you hadn’t been able to meet him or to get acquainted. Thinking that sooner or later you two might cross paths anyway, you didn’t care about introducing yourself to him.
“Commander Dameron! Yes, I have heard a lot about you and your squadron. Nice to meet you in person. This is my daughter, Y/N.”
Poe’s eyes shot to you and he smiled at you charmingly.
“I heard that there would be an addition to my squadron. Your instruction will follow in the next few days, so don’t worry about having to fix our machines anymore.”
He smirked at you and you had the strong feeling that he had noticed the effect he had on you. Instead, you answered without hesitating
“I’m pretty good at repairing the damage you make, maybe I should stay at the hangar and wait until you demolish your ship again.”
and let one corner of your mouth slide upwards to smirk back at him.
He cocked an eyebrow at you, seeming to be impressed by your sassiness. To your surprise, he didn’t return to the table his friends were sitting at; instead, he ordered a third glass of Corellian red and climbed on the chair next to you. Your father continued telling his story and soon you noticed how well he and Poe got along with each other. The three of you spend half of the night at the bar, sharing stories and laughing about funny things that had happened in the past. And half of the night you felt that predatory look you felt earlier. Whenever you looked at Poe, he was already looking at you and his eyes drew you in. You felt something lurking inside those dark eyes, something you knew you would get to know at the end of that night.