Dear Park, I like you so much. You have really beautiful cheeks.

I'm ending this.'

'No. Come on. It's not worth it.'

'You are,' he said fiercely, looking at her.

'You're worth it.

Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.

You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

I love you," he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes shiny and black, then looked away. "I know," she said.

He pulled one of his arms out from under her and traced her outline against the couch. He could spend all day like this, running his hand down her ribs, into her waist, out to her hips and back again.... If he had all day, he would. If she weren't made of so many other miracles.

"You know?" he repeated. She smiled, so he kissed her. "You're not the Han Solo in this relationship, you know."

"I'm totally the Han Solo," she whispered. It was good to hear her. It was good to remember it was Eleanor under all this new flesh.

"Well, I'm not the Princess Leia," he said.

"Don't get so hung up on gender roles," Eleanor said.

Sit down." He said It came out angrily. The girl turned him like she couldn't tell weather he was another jerk or what.
"Jesus-Fuck," Park said softly, nodding to the space next to him,
"just sit down."
The girl sat down. She didn't say anything- thank God, she didn't thank him- and she left six inches of space on the seat between them.