Ever since she was little and her foster mom snuck her into the local cinema, Rey developed a love for movies. She obsessed over stories and the cinematography that seamed together the magic of movies so effortlessly. She worshipped the vision of Kubrick, the acting finesse of Wayne, and the incredible worlds of Scorsese. In fact, she chose an English major to eventually become a screenwriter. Her "parents" soon brought her back down to earth and convinced her to pursue journalism. Instead of creating the art she adored, Rey wrote about it. Luckily, her cynic nature made her great at tearing down her idols and giving out shallow praise. As she sat in that in little chair, scribbling random thoughts down as the production geared slowly into a start, Rey felt that same enthusiasm that brought her here. She felt same pull as the lights dimmed, the set quieted down and the act began. It was as if she was watching it happen on the big screen; the actor's movements, the mood of the scene, the intensity that held the room's almost eternal silence.

What really impressed her was Kylo Ren, who took center stage and brought the collective details together. He was a different person, altogether from the jerk that abandoned her this morning. He was emotional, angry, passionate, so...human. Rey could why he was so acclaimed, the man excelled at his craft. Rey tried to take in as much as she could, noting the how controlled, yet natural he made his movements, how fluid and refined his speech was, how murky the line between the actor and his character became. All in all. She definitely had quite a bit of material to discuss. She, also, noted how the director seemed both extremely pleased; yet frustrated with Kylo's performance.

The scene concluded and the actor took their breather while the rest of team began prep for the next sequence of shots. Kylo Ren walked over to Rey, who was concentrating on her notes, intensely scribbling an slashing through the many thoughts that ran through her head. He cocked his head and cleared his throat rather loudly. Without looking up from her work, Rey responded, "Do you need something?"

"You're in my seat," He answered, rather harshly.

"Oh what, does it have your name on it or something?" Rey said mockingly, then as if she had seen Ren raise his brow and prepare to open his mouth, added, "Never mind, I take it back. But still, you told me to sit in this very chair and not move. I'm only doing as you instructed and remaining in my assigned spot."

"I did," he stated smirking, as the twinge of amusement hinged on the tips of his syllables, "however, that was during the shoot. We are currently on break, therefore I need my chair."

Rey stayed firmly planted in place, only looking up to give him a roll of her eyes.

"If you do not get up, I will be forced to sit on you. Won't that be pleasant?" he threatened.

Though, she didn't take him too seriously, Rey reluctantly gave up her seat and walked away. She registered that he called out her name, but chose to ignore it and catch some fresh air.

The fresh air on the roof of the studio was rejuvenating, as Rey took her first deep breath of the day. Of course, she was disheartened that she would have to return to her "little prison" in a few minutes, but she let the buzz and chaos of the city transport her to serenity. Suddenly, her little moment was disrupted by the vibration of her phone. She let out a frustrated grunt and quickly pulled out her phone. One quick look at the caller ID and she answered it, "Finn?"

"Rey, OMG! I fucked up big time. You are going to kill me, KILL ME!" shouted a frazzled and panicking Finn. Rey rolled her eyes and sighed loudly into the receiver as she prepared herself for whatever "problem" her roommate had gotten himself into.

"Listen finn, Finn! LISTEN! You need to calm the frick down, let right now," she screamed right back. Deep breathing and silence followed her words, "Ok, are you good? Calm? Tell me, again calmly, using your indoor voice, what in the hell happened?"

She heard a rapid sigh followed by his, softer this time, voice, "Ok, so remember how you said that I'm in charge of caring for BB-8?" Rey's mind starting leaping, her boss's dog, BB-8. She could see where his line was leading to; he lost the little Pomeranian didn't he?

"Finn, did you let him run away?"

"Listen, I didn't mean to, I was grabbing water and I forgot that I wasn't holding his leash and the door was open and I-I let...him go."

Rey let out a long sigh of disappointment and frustration, as her pinched the bridge of her nose. She could Finn pleading through the speaker, "Rey, I'm sorry. Rey?"

"Finn. I could lose my job over this. Dameron trusted, trusted me to look after BB-8 while his apartment in under construction. Now, you're telling me, he ran away and instead of scouring the city for him, you are on the phone with him. I don't care what you do but you, and I meant it Finn, YOU need to find BB-8."

Before Finn could explain himself further, Rey terminated the call. She banged her forehead with her palm several times, trying to make peace with the possibility that she'll have to explain to Dameron that she left, the love of his life, in the hands of someone else and that someone else let him run away.

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On the other end of the line, Finn stood absolutely terrified for himself, BB-8 and Rey. In his defense, BB-8 and he didn't get along and Rey knew this. The little orange and white furred pom-pom had chewed his ass on more than one occasion. He threw his phone down in both fear and frustration after Rey abruptly ended the call. He knew what he had to do and was crossing his fingers in the hope it would work. He grabbed a bag of dog treats and raced down the stairs.

The streets were crowded as tourists and city residents clamored to have their lunch. Finn was in shambles as he practically shoved every individual on his quest to find the elusive fur ball. He called out his name repeated, shaking the bag of treats. Finn was beginning to lose hope as he had made it down almost three blocks and encountered no sign of the dog. His shoulders slumped down as he wondered how to break the news to Rey, until his ears picked up the little pom's signature bark. Finn scanned the crowd and his eyes fell upon the little rascal at some stranger's feet. He rushed over to the him, knocking over a cyclist in the process, "BB! Oh my lord, you had me so worried. Thank god I found you."

Finn reached down to pick up the pup, but as soon as his hand neared him, BB took a good hard bite. He recoiled in anger and pain, exclaiming a few slurs. The stranger whose legs the dog continue to paw at, simply laughed at the display and so effortlessly picked up the pom.

"He isn't very fond of you, is he?" the man joked as his grin seemed to mesmerize Finn, who stood flabbergasted at the comfort with which the individual regarded BB-8.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Do that!" Finn gestured, cradling an invisible dog.

"Well, BB loves being held, little fizzball."

"Um, thank you for...catching him," Finn choked out, slightly embarrassed.

"Rey, uh my roommate, was going to tear off my head, If I had lost the little guy."

"Oh I believe you, I probably would have chewed off hers, considering I'm his owner." Poe smirked.

Finn mouth fell open several feet, "You're THE Poe Dameron?"

"I suppose I am, you're Finn, I'm assuming?" Poe chuckled, extending one free hand to the surprised man.

Finn immediately took it and shook it firmly, "How did you know my name? Wait did Rey tell you about me?" Titling his head to the side, quizzically.

"Something like that, did your foot ever heal?"

"Oh she told you that story, uh yeah. Not one of my finest moments."

"Oh really? Are there more of these?"

As Finn stood, sweaty and stunned, he realized that Rey's boss was flirting, with him. He wasn't going to lie to himself, Finn found the man very attractive, from the sly crooked smirk to his ironically hipster letterman he was wearing.

"Maybe, would you care to find out over lunch?" Finn asked as confidently as he could muster, taking a chance.

The ends of poe's mouth turned upwards, as his eyes twinkled in response.

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Rey continued her nervous pacing, clutching onto her phone for dear life. She was desperately awaiting Finn's phone call. While she had given him an ultimatum, forgiveness would come for him. For her, maybe not so much. All she could think about was Poe's enraged face, the accusations, the tears and worst of all the pink slip. Forward 5 steps, about turn, forward 5 steps, repeat. She stayed this way for what she thought was ten minutes.

"Finn, you fucker, pick up," she growled in the receiver of her cell phone, as her fifth call went unanswered.

Two floors below, Kylo Ren was finishing up his last scene of the day. While, he wouldn't care to admit it, today's set really tired him out, well that and having to babysit his new "sidekick". He was worried, how his work would be affected by her presence and was pleased to find that she would actually listen to his orders. Hux's little hiccup was undoubtedly annoying, but Ren decided he had handled it well. He went straight into his dressing room and sat statuesque as the makeup team did their work. The whole while, the man was wondering about the reporter in question, he had expected her to come pester him as soon as the shoot had ended and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. After, the makeup department had finished their business, he strode his way to the chair he had told her to stay put in. Lo and behold, the frustrating girl was nowhere to be seen. His eyes scanned the room, looking for her small frame among the crowd of people on set.

He gestured to a young woman walking by, "You!"

She pointed to herself and looked side-to-side in fear.

Kylo rolled his eyes, "yes, you. There was a woman sitting here, brown hair, brown eyes, about this tall, she doesn't shut up," he paused when he saw recognition in her eyes, as she nodded quickly.

"She had to take a call, I think she went up to the roof-" Kylo didn't stay to hear her finish her sentence as he practically ran up to the roof.

He found what or who he was looking for. The girl in question was walking from one end of the roof to other, speaking rather loudly into her phone.

He grunted, to get her attention. When he found that she continued, he spoke, "Rey-"

She had stopped her pacing and raised one finger up to silence him, giving him a look of annoyance.

"Look, I don't care about excuses. I was worried sick-No, I wasn't busy, I was waiting for your call-Well was I supposed to hop right back onto work wondering if you had caught the little bugger-Well I'm happy for you, but wait what! - Poe Dameron, as my fucking boss-Finn! You can't just-look, you know what I don't care, as long he isn't going to fire me-Finn, just hear me out before you go crazy. Poe isn't Mr. take-home-to-your-mom, just be careful, ok- Look I got to go, Mr. Grumpy is requesting an audience-Also, don't be that careless again, ok-bye!" Rey spoke into her phone, as Finn, finally relayed to her this morning's events. She was relieved that BB-8 was safe, a little less relieved that Poe Dameron had been the one to find him. Finn going out on a little date with Poe was concerning to say the least but, Rey couldn't control her friend. She'll let him experiment with Dameron, but she knew Poe was serious about these kinds of things. She let out a sigh and ended the call, before turning her head to face Kylo Ren, who stood as usual pissed off.

Pissed off was right, no one had ever managed to silence him like she did. Kylo was seething as he waited impatiently, as she finished her phone call. As he stood there, he wondered why he let her do that. Why didn't he tell her to stuff it and end the call? Crossing his arms over his chest, he tapped his foot rapidly as she finally ended the call.

"Finished?"

"Yes, now what do you need?" she huffed, mirroring his movements.

"The shoot is over, we need to leave."

Rey nodded; taking note of how abrasive he was, before responding, "Let me grab my things."

Kylo opened the door to their apartment and let Rey enter the room first. The car ride over here was rather silent, as neither had anything really to say to one another. Rey was still steaming over Finn's slip up. Kylo was trying to decide how to spend the next few months. She'd follow him, no matter what he did and at this point, they wouldn't be filming for at least another month. That means weeks with this girl, a headache formed just by thinking about it.

He flipped on the lights as Rey hopped onto the couch, "So."

"So, what?"

"Did you enjoy your time, today?"

"Are you asking that because you're genuinely curious or is this small talk?"

"I'm expecting an answer all the same"

Rey laughed, "Was a that joke?"

"Would it be that hard to imagine that I could joke?" He raised a brow.

"Perhaps, you know I was warned you were a great actor, but I didn't think you'd be a decent one."

It was Ren's turn to let out chuckle, "You're a journalist, right? Not a comedian."

"To answer your original question, yes I did. Your director is a bit of a character. But overall it was nice to see everything come together. "

He hummed in response, as he went through the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass, "Do you want some?"

Rey shook her head, "No, I should probably go and get some work done." She stopped in middle of the hallway to her room, before turning around and asking, "What are we doing tomorrow?"

Ren tilted his head thoughtfully, good question, he thought. Phasma and Hux were always pushing him to attend their little meetings, perhaps he could take her there, and it'll keep her busy for a while. "We going to have lunch with my producer and director, after that, you can do as you please," he told her, before filling his glass and walking into his room.

Rey shrugged her shoulders, not fazed by his change of tone from semi-normal to curt. She just hopped her next interaction with his director went better than today.