Then again, Jyn isn't much different. She's kept to herself for so long, only looking out for herself and simply trying to survive, that having someone else concerned for her general well-being is... still odd. Even odder still that she feels the pull toward him. Perhaps it's the fact she's never had a true friend before. There was Saw, of course, but that had been different. She and Cassian have really been through something, too, and something tells her they've yet to be done with their adventures. Together. That word makes her nervous, but also gives her hope. Jyn's felt a lot of that lately, really.
She also knows she cannot leave him, not when there's almost something there, a thing she really doesn't know much about. If it's only friendship, it's still a bond and connection she too doesn't quite understand, but it fills her with a warmth that makes her want to stay.
This is only noodles and coffee, but it's noodles and coffee with him, which makes it a little more than just a survival tactic. She does give him a bit of a smile and a nod.
He turns, then, and waits for her to fall in step at his side before leading them through a few narrow alleyways to a small hole in the wall restaurant. It contains a handful of booths, a counter, and a kitchen essentially, the wall covered in hand-drawn illustration of menu items. Cassian glances at her as they walk inside, holding up two fingers for the man behind the counter, who gestures at the booth furthest from the door.
"This place is good," he murmurs as they sit down. The booths are close to one another and his long legs end up bumping against hers before he pulls them back. "And the coffee isn't bad."
The restaurant is simple, but then Jyn doesn't really mind simple. Her life had only been extravagant as a small child, when her family had lived briefly on Coruscant. Though she didn't remember much, she remembered a distant father and an often distracted mother. The feelings of that time were not pleasant.
She sits across from him, her own shorter legs folding in more easily than his. "I'm sure I've had worse," she replies lightly, though it's not untrue. She quirks her brow, teasing him a little. "This is your chance to learn how I take my coffee." When someone take their orders, she gets the same as Cassian.
"Well if you like your coffee sweet..." Then she should like it here, but if she's at all like him and used to sludge masquerading as coffee, then it's a little. Weird. Nice, but weird for sure.
Cassian had no idea people used different types of chocolates in coffee before he came here, for instance.
He orders noodles that are a little on the spicy side, plenty of things to go in them. In moments, two steaming bowls of food plus a dozen or so tiny trays of food end up arranged in front of them. "So how do you take your coffee?"
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Then again, Jyn isn't much different. She's kept to herself for so long, only looking out for herself and simply trying to survive, that having someone else concerned for her general well-being is... still odd. Even odder still that she feels the pull toward him. Perhaps it's the fact she's never had a true friend before. There was Saw, of course, but that had been different. She and Cassian have really been through something, too, and something tells her they've yet to be done with their adventures. Together. That word makes her nervous, but also gives her hope. Jyn's felt a lot of that lately, really.
She also knows she cannot leave him, not when there's almost something there, a thing she really doesn't know much about. If it's only friendship, it's still a bond and connection she too doesn't quite understand, but it fills her with a warmth that makes her want to stay.
This is only noodles and coffee, but it's noodles and coffee with him, which makes it a little more than just a survival tactic. She does give him a bit of a smile and a nod.
"Noodles it is," she agrees lightly.
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"This place is good," he murmurs as they sit down. The booths are close to one another and his long legs end up bumping against hers before he pulls them back. "And the coffee isn't bad."
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She sits across from him, her own shorter legs folding in more easily than his. "I'm sure I've had worse," she replies lightly, though it's not untrue. She quirks her brow, teasing him a little. "This is your chance to learn how I take my coffee." When someone take their orders, she gets the same as Cassian.
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Cassian had no idea people used different types of chocolates in coffee before he came here, for instance.
He orders noodles that are a little on the spicy side, plenty of things to go in them. In moments, two steaming bowls of food plus a dozen or so tiny trays of food end up arranged in front of them. "So how do you take your coffee?"