star wars:hannah style

I was standing there looking at Han. This was right after I had met him in Mos Eisley for the first time. His hair was wild, his eyes their usual sparkly hazel. He was examining his blaster carefully, but not the way he examined the Millinium Falcon, his starship, and first love.
" Han," I said," we gotta get going. Luke is suppose to be meeting us at the spaceport in half an hour." Han grunted a reply.I rolled my eyes as he stalled and waffled around my words.I pulled at his arm. " Okay." he said," I guess he's not gonna show." He was talking about Wedge Antilltes.