"If fate allows it," Tan began, his voice tinged with both hope and uncertainty, "we will meet again, Hobe."
The sentiment hung in the air, laden with unspoken emotions and uncharted paths yet to be traversed. Hobe glanced up at Tan, meeting his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and intrigue.
The others, Han and Finn, stood beside Tan, their expressions mirroring his determination and resolve. Each of them nodded in silent agreement, their unspoken promise echoing through the night air.
With a nod of appreciation, Hobe tucked the folded paper into his pocket.
"Okay, Cyan leader, time to head back. Since it looks like you can't move, I'll kindly assist you to the car,"
Carlos's laughter echoed through the night as he hoisted Hobe onto his shoulder, carrying him effortlessly like a sack of potatoes.
Despite his protests, Hobe found himself tossed unceremoniously into the back seat of the vehicle.