Secret Santa
Poe is minding his own business when Rey comes out of nowhere, hooks an arm around his neck, and plants a sound smacker right on his cheek.
"Hi?"
Rey admonishes him with a coy grin. "I got your gift. The dress?"
Poe swallows. Rey's one in a million. And he's not exactly discouraged their flirting, but —
"And a reservation at the Savoy Grill on the 26th. Sorry for the short notice."
— she's barking up the wrong tree.
Rey spins and gapes at Ben, inundated with embarrassment. Poe offers a weak shrug when she looks at him.
"I got Rose, so…"