Rey turned away from General Hux, grabbed all her salvaged parts off the table and shoved them into her pack. If it was possible to avoid him, she usually did.

She pulled out her data pad before closing the bag and standing to her feet. She began scrolling through a novel she had been reading again, for the third time. The signal was very weak in her small desert town and she hardly ever had the opportunity to download new material. Paper books were extremely rare, Rey had only ever seen one or two in her entire life, and she never expected to actually hold one.

Somewhere behind her, Hux was leaning against a pole supporting Unkar Plutt's tent, "There she is, Phasma, the most beautiful scrapper in town." He said softly as he watched her walk away.

"Yes, sir." Phasma replied, her voice sounded almost mechanical as it came through the modulator of her chrome helmet.

Hux's cape flowed gently in the hot breeze, "I'm going to marry her." He announced, shifting his weight and motioning for Phasma to push their cart of weapons to the marketplace, "She's the most beautiful, and best scrapper in town, and don't I deserve the best?

"You do." Phasma answered pushing the cart ahead of her.

Hus drew in a deep breath, "In Jakku, there's only she, as beautiful as me," he began to sing, "so I'm making plans to woo and marry Rey."

Hux spotted Rey sneaking out of the back of Plutt's tent. He dodged around parts vendors and a couple food carts and caught her easily just as she reached her speeder.

"Hello, Rey." He said, leaning his forearm against the seat of her speeder, blocking her exit.

"Hello, Hux, if you'll excuse me..." she placed a hand on her hip, her face irritated and tired.

Hux caught sight of the data pad peeking out of her bag.

"What are you reading?" He snatched it up and began poking at the buttons but failed to even access the reading application.

She reached for her datapad but he evaded her, effortlessly. Her lips perched together in irritation.

"Shouldn't you be thinking about more important things?" He asked her.

"Like what?" She asked her voice growing darker.

"Like me!" He answered handing her the datapad but refusing to budge from his perch against her speeder.

"I'm not sure what you mean, exactly..." she glanced over her shoulder, her fingers playing along the strap of her bow staff.

"Why don't you come for a walk through the market with me, I have some amazing finds in my cart I think you would love to see." He extended his hand toward her.

She shrank back. Unconsciously, he moved toward her, pulling away from her speeder bike. "I really have to get back home, to help my roommate, Poe. He has trouble following directions, so making dinner is difficult for him." She said as Hux moved closer to her still. It was all the gap she needed though. In one swift motion, she slipped past him and swung herself onto her speeder.

Three young scrappers watched the scene from the line in front of Unkar Plutt's hut, "What's wrong with her?" One asked, shaking her head, willing to give anything for a chance to be noticed by the handsome and wealthy Hux.

"She's crazy," quipped another.

"You know, your roommate is insane." Hux said as Phasma approached them.

"Don't talk about my roommate that way," Rey scoffed, "he used to be a great pilot. He's just an independent thinker, at least that's what he used to tell his superiors..."

She turned the handles on her hulking speeder bike and sped into the open desert.

Hux looked at Phasma and laughed heartily.