Summary And Analysis Of Luke's Black Holes: A Narrative Fiction

He was hard to miss, that was for sure. Luke had eyed him as soon as he’d walked in. Seated next to his Leia in a booth, his arm loosely draped her shoulders, they assumed a position they were both comfortable with. As she played on her phone, Luke sipped on his tepid beer, bored and looking for something that would entertain. For the past hour, nothing came about. Although knew Luke exactly why; it didn’t change his mind on whether or not he should move away from Leia and grant them some space. After all, Leia was much more comfortable knowing that she had Luke to keep certain shady characters away from her. They were twins, fraternal twins, but twins nonetheless. Lando was the one who’d invited them out for drinks this time, and to a place, he and Leia weren’t familiar with
It was on the far side of town, just a few miles away from the outskirts. However, that wasn’t such a problem to Luke seeing as to how content he was just ogling him from afar. That was until he’d seen something fall right out of his pocket and land noiselessly on the floor. Whether subdued by the rowdy crowd augmenting within the bar, or the fact he was a distance away from him, Luke didn’t know. Nevertheless, his reaction was immediate. Luke slid from the booth, his voice but a gentle whisper to his sister, saying he’d be right back. Luke sauntered to the bar counter, one hand going up to flag himself a bartender who could spare him some attention. In the meantime, as the server worked on his draft, Luke eyeballed the floor, scoping it, searching, failing, finding. He lifted up the leather wallet, an impish grin