It had started with a kiss, Jyn frustrated that her brother kept badgering her about being alone while she travels so much -- like he wasn't equally as single and traveling as much. She'd grabbed the nearest handsome man and asked if he would kiss her for a picture so she could pretend her trip was romantic holiday and, much to probably both of their surprise, he agreed and Jyn's instagram followers went absolutely bonkers.
Running into him again at the Taj Mahal was strange, but it was easier to yell "HEY!" and ask him for another kiss picture. He turned out to be excellent at dipping and this time she managed to get his first name, Cassian, and a brief stroll around the reflecting pool before her free time was up and she had to sprint back to work.
The dip in front of the Parthenon was even easier, despite the dirt and crumbling stone under their feet making it a little unsteady. This time he got an occupation out of her -- writer -- and they shared a blood orange Italian soda because why not drink Italian soda in Greece. Keep that rivalry going. He was on the time crunch in Greece and they parted, again without asking for numbers or surnames or any other details and although Saw had instilled in her a healthy dose of paranoia, from the looks of it, neither of them could afford to stalk each other across continents.
Besides, he isn't everywhere she visits, just some of them. Maybe... he lives there?
So far, this trip has been sans pretty boy, that is until her heels are clacking across the floor of El Capitolio, press badge hung around her neck, and she spots him standing in front of the gleaming golden la Estatua de la República. She pulls up short, another loop of hair falling out of the bun she had made with a pen and stubborn willpower, lacking an actual elastic to do the job, before she slides up next to him.
"I really should start tagging you in my instagram photos."
The first time he runs into Jyn, he doesn't get her name, but he gets a kiss. She asks him for one, and maybe it's the little nagging voices in his head that sound like everyone he knows telling him to loosen up that gets him to agree, which is how he ends up kissing a stranger in Paris. He never gets his own picture, but it does live on as a fond memory.
Until he meets her again, at the Taj Mahal. That's when he learns her name and gets to kiss her again. When it happens a third time in Greece, he's starting to suspect a conspiracy, but it doesn't stop him from beaming like the sun above them when he sees her anyway.
He's in Cuba now, because Cassian is constantly on the move, and he doesn't always get to stick around very long. He won't be in Havana longer than a few days, so he's trying to get the most of it, since it's one of the places he imagines he'll have a harder time coming back to.
He senses someone sidling up to him before he sees them, but it's her voice he hears next, so by the time he tilts his head to look at her, he's all smiles again, unbelieving but no less thrilled. This is honestly ridiculous, but he loves it all the same. "That would be easier to do if I had one myself."
Luke keeps hounding him, because he wants to see all the pictures before Cassian comes home later, regardless of how many pictures he actually sends to the twins both. I am trying to live vicariously through you, Cassian Andor! was not a winning enough argument.
His grin is maybe a little reckless, but she looks cute, messy bun and skirt combination, and she looks happy to see him too. "Hi again."
"All the traveling you do and you don't share those pictures with your friends?" Another scoff, but she's smiling out of the sheer absurdity of running into him for the fourth time in a fourth country. She shakes her head once more and holds out her hand.
"Give me your phone, we're making you one right now and this time you get to post the dip."
It's a kiss, Jyn. The dip is secondary. In any case she is at least telling him that she intends to continue the tradition in Cuba as well, wriggling her fingers with some insistence. Either he makes the instagram right now in front of her or he lets her make it and considering she doesn't even know his last name, that is a hell of a gamble. She could put anything. It's dangerous.
"I share them," he argues, smiling even at her scoffing. "I just share them in person."
Cassian forgets about instagram for a second, because she definitely implies they're going to kiss, again, and the thought makes him feel oddly warm. He's only been around her a handful of days at most, doesn't have the instagram to publicly preserve it, but their kisses very much linger in his memory. He doesn't even know hers account!
They really should stop meeting like this, but he also can't believe they keep meeting like this.
"I think we should keep it on yours, for a theme." There, quiet affirmation that he also intends to keep up with the tradition, but he doesn't move to hand over his phone just yet. "I am not sure I like the idea of a public account like that."
"You can make it private," Jyn assures him with a soft bite in her tone, stubborn. Her heels click against the tile floor as she taps her foot impatiently. He is the one that said it would be easier if he had his own and now he is being difficult -- which is a purposefully literal and incorrect summation of what he said, but she doesn't care.
She is going to make him make an instagram so she can tag him, but another thought occurs to her and a crease sprouts between her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"
She is a journalist, this is her job, but what is he doing here.
Perfect, she gives him the opportunity to deflect without him having to come up with it himself!
"Work," he says easily, smiling in amusement as she impatiently taps her foot. He knows that won't be enough, so he supposes he can give her a little bit more at this point. "NATO. It takes me all over the place. What about you? What are you writing on now?"
He knows she's a writer, but the press badge she's got today suggests some kind of journalist, especially with this kind of access to Cuba.
"The change in diplomatic relations in a post-Brexit not actually Great Britain." She rattles it off quickly, used to spitting out the gist of her topic in order to get the information she needs but this time it is simply spat out to move on, like old gum.
"If you work for NATO." If. That's a challenge. "You should know enough about encryption to make your instagram private."
Being evasive doesn't generally work with journalists or writers, trained to dig in their heels and root for the truth even if it seems impossible or a dead end. Jyn in particular excels at blowing holes in dead end stories and waltzing through the wreckage.
"Why would I lie about something like that?" Which, he guesses some people might lie about working for NATO, and Cassian knows he can be a very good liar if need be. But it hadn't occurred to him to lie to her. They just haven't had time to sit down and talk a whole lot. "Private yes, but still existing on the internet. You are not the first to try and convince me to make one."
She might dismissively rattle off her research but he can still be interested in it! "You won't run out of material at this rate." Brexit is a disaster.
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Running into him again at the Taj Mahal was strange, but it was easier to yell "HEY!" and ask him for another kiss picture. He turned out to be excellent at dipping and this time she managed to get his first name, Cassian, and a brief stroll around the reflecting pool before her free time was up and she had to sprint back to work.
The dip in front of the Parthenon was even easier, despite the dirt and crumbling stone under their feet making it a little unsteady. This time he got an occupation out of her -- writer -- and they shared a blood orange Italian soda because why not drink Italian soda in Greece. Keep that rivalry going. He was on the time crunch in Greece and they parted, again without asking for numbers or surnames or any other details and although Saw had instilled in her a healthy dose of paranoia, from the looks of it, neither of them could afford to stalk each other across continents.
Besides, he isn't everywhere she visits, just some of them. Maybe... he lives there?
So far, this trip has been sans pretty boy, that is until her heels are clacking across the floor of El Capitolio, press badge hung around her neck, and she spots him standing in front of the gleaming golden la Estatua de la República. She pulls up short, another loop of hair falling out of the bun she had made with a pen and stubborn willpower, lacking an actual elastic to do the job, before she slides up next to him.
"I really should start tagging you in my instagram photos."
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Until he meets her again, at the Taj Mahal. That's when he learns her name and gets to kiss her again. When it happens a third time in Greece, he's starting to suspect a conspiracy, but it doesn't stop him from beaming like the sun above them when he sees her anyway.
He's in Cuba now, because Cassian is constantly on the move, and he doesn't always get to stick around very long. He won't be in Havana longer than a few days, so he's trying to get the most of it, since it's one of the places he imagines he'll have a harder time coming back to.
He senses someone sidling up to him before he sees them, but it's her voice he hears next, so by the time he tilts his head to look at her, he's all smiles again, unbelieving but no less thrilled. This is honestly ridiculous, but he loves it all the same. "That would be easier to do if I had one myself."
Luke keeps hounding him, because he wants to see all the pictures before Cassian comes home later, regardless of how many pictures he actually sends to the twins both. I am trying to live vicariously through you, Cassian Andor! was not a winning enough argument.
His grin is maybe a little reckless, but she looks cute, messy bun and skirt combination, and she looks happy to see him too. "Hi again."
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"All the traveling you do and you don't share those pictures with your friends?" Another scoff, but she's smiling out of the sheer absurdity of running into him for the fourth time in a fourth country. She shakes her head once more and holds out her hand.
"Give me your phone, we're making you one right now and this time you get to post the dip."
It's a kiss, Jyn. The dip is secondary. In any case she is at least telling him that she intends to continue the tradition in Cuba as well, wriggling her fingers with some insistence. Either he makes the instagram right now in front of her or he lets her make it and considering she doesn't even know his last name, that is a hell of a gamble. She could put anything. It's dangerous.
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Cassian forgets about instagram for a second, because she definitely implies they're going to kiss, again, and the thought makes him feel oddly warm. He's only been around her a handful of days at most, doesn't have the instagram to publicly preserve it, but their kisses very much linger in his memory. He doesn't even know hers account!
They really should stop meeting like this, but he also can't believe they keep meeting like this.
"I think we should keep it on yours, for a theme." There, quiet affirmation that he also intends to keep up with the tradition, but he doesn't move to hand over his phone just yet. "I am not sure I like the idea of a public account like that."
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She is going to make him make an instagram so she can tag him, but another thought occurs to her and a crease sprouts between her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"
She is a journalist, this is her job, but what is he doing here.
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"Work," he says easily, smiling in amusement as she impatiently taps her foot. He knows that won't be enough, so he supposes he can give her a little bit more at this point. "NATO. It takes me all over the place. What about you? What are you writing on now?"
He knows she's a writer, but the press badge she's got today suggests some kind of journalist, especially with this kind of access to Cuba.
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"If you work for NATO." If. That's a challenge. "You should know enough about encryption to make your instagram private."
Being evasive doesn't generally work with journalists or writers, trained to dig in their heels and root for the truth even if it seems impossible or a dead end. Jyn in particular excels at blowing holes in dead end stories and waltzing through the wreckage.
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She might dismissively rattle off her research but he can still be interested in it! "You won't run out of material at this rate." Brexit is a disaster.