the park had been vibrant and filled with far happier children than she had dealt with in the past few days. She had dealt with screaming parents and ridiculous star wars âfansâ who had the nerve to yell at her that Disney should never have âtaken overâ. (yeah well iâm just glad I have a job. jackass.) She remained polite to each guest. Her biggest delight today was the little girl dressed as han solo who had posed with her. The brother seemed quiet enough, but the younger girl did the talking for all three of them.
 she hadnât noticed him until the brother from earlier was standing a few feet away from her, almost staring her down.Â
    â Hey there flyboy. . . well where is my smuggler? â Margaery placed her hands lightly on her hips with a grin. It was almost time for them to close and she really hoped that he hadnât lost the little girl.Â
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