Poe smiled to himself after looking at his watch. She's late, as usual. He took a sip of his drink when he felt someone watching him. He set his drink down and turned his head, brown eyes meeting bright blue. He'd been here several times, but this man was new. Blonde hair, and if Poe had to guess, around his age. His shirt-sweater-was yellow and had a strange insignia on the shoulder. The woman next to him has a similar one, just a little longer. He nodded his head once in greeting before turning back to his drink.

"Nice jumpsuit."

"Nice turtleneck."

The woman nudged him. "Be nice." She mumbled, before ordering their drinks. He rolled his eyes at her, playfully, and stuck his hand out. "Jim Kirk." "Poe Dameron."