it was a busy bustling morning in the monday market in the city of Mos Espa, a spaceport on the sun-scorched planet Tatooine. multiple creatures scuttled by ooo-ing at your large display of native fruits, meats and drinks. occasionally a customer would stop by to purchase something small like a pound of roasted porg meat or a frog on a stick.
but someone walked past that had caught your eye... a man, around 6 foot. but that wasn't the only eye catching thing about him, he was a mandalorian. his shiny beskar armor glinted lightly as the sun beams striked it perfectly. a chest plate and shoulder pads hugged his square muscular figure perfectly. you didn't even realize you were staring slack jawed at the man before his visor covered eyes met yours and he strutted over to your stall. his helmet scanned over your selection of items before leaning back on his heels and looking you up and down.
"what's a poor market boy from Tatooine doing with such a wide variety of foods" he crossed his buff arms in disapproval
"i have my ways" you shrugged "now if your not gonna buy anything then shove off, your blocking my stall" you pointed out a finger trying to get the large mandalorian out of your way.
the man didn't say anything, just pathetically gestured his gloved hand to a severed goat head. you eyed the 4-horned 3-eyed goat and glanced back at the mandalorian.
"200 credits" you spoke sassily grinning at the man.
"no way. i'll do 100"
"170" you argued
"120"
"150"
"deal" the mandalorian reached into his leather pouch and threw the credits across the table towards you. you quickly picked them up and counted them, making sure he had given you the right amount.
"thank you for your business mandalorian" nodding your head you reached out to shake his hand. he took your smaller hand in his and shook it roughly. it was the smallest touch, not even skin to skin contact, yet you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach from his large hand in yours. your hands were entwined for an uncomfortable amount of time before the mando pulled away and scooted backwards. he hauled up the goat head and plopped it in his rustic saddle bag.
"thanks for the goat..." he cleared his throat awkwardly, tilting his head as if gesturing you to tell him your name.
"(Y/N). my name is (Y/N)" you grinned at him, taking in his perfect appearance one last time before he turned to walk away.
"thank you (Y/N)"
and just like that, the mando was gone. nothing left but his footprints in the sand and a trail of dust blowing in the wind. you hadn't even seen his face for goodness sake but you were blushing like an idiot. the encounter was short but you couldn't help but feel you would see the man again some day.