She's not the only one who's been thinking back on their time together. Keeping a little distance makes it easier to put aside her hands sliding under his shirt, the way she'd spoken his name-- soft, then louder than she meant to. It's distracting. He wants more.

Even if she's a little awkward, he smiles as she leans against him. It's all right if it takes a while for this to feel comfortable. The wine can't hurt.

"Good point."

Slowly, without moving his gaze from hers, Han leans close, his lips parted very slightly, until they're nearly brushing hers...

And then he pulls the corkscrew from his pocket. What? He had to lean over.

(The real problem is he forgot to bring cups.)