Happy New Year! I didn't have the best 2015, so here is to fresh starts! 새해 복 많이 받으세요!

Rey sat in front of Kylo with a latte before her. He had a cappuccino and Rey began wondering if meeting him was a mistake.

Kylo's gray winter coat was draped over the back of his chair and his black clothing added to his intimidating exterior. His casual-chic clothes were in stark contrast to Rey's white jacket and yellow turtleneck which were… just casual.

"I meant to ask you out to coffee first, but… I guess I was drunk," Kylo began their conversation. Rey sipped her latte and nodded.

"I guess I was too because I don't sleep with strangers," she replied. Their stiff conversation made Rey more and more uncomfortable. Lacing her fingers over her warm drink, Rey sat with her back stiff and her legs crossed. "So, Kylo, how old are you?" She knew he was older than her, but Rey wanted to know by how much.

Kylo chuckled and leaned against his elbows. "How old do you think I am?" he asked. Rey pursed her lips, staring at him. She contemplated the question and wondered how she would answer it.

After a moment of thought, Rey said, "Thirty."

Kylo nodded, taking a sip of his drink. He thought Rey looked lovely that afternoon. Her hair was braided over her shoulder and a few strands hung around her face. "Almost," he said. "I'm twenty-eight. You said you were a senior? So you're twenty-two?"

Rey nodded and ran her finger over the edge of her cup. Kylo seemed nice and Rey liked him. She just could not place where she had seen him before. "Rey, what country are you from?" Kylo asked. Rey found herself laughing softly; she knew this question would arise.

"Well," Rey leaned back against her chair. "I was born in London, but I was adopted when I was seven," she explained. "I guess I never lost my accent," she smiled and Kylo returned the expression. "Do you have any hobbies?" Rey asked. She wondered if she sounded too interrogative.

Kylo rubbed his chin and frowned. "Hobbies…" he echoed. He wondered if Rey would be freaked out by his slight obsession with his grandfather's World War II days. "I enjoy researching and looking into things related to World War II; specifically, my grandfather's involvement." That seemed like a sane enough answer. Rey wasn't running away screaming, so that seemed to be the right one.

"That's really cool," Rey said, her eyebrows raised. "What did your grandfather do?" she asked. She found her interest piqued and wanted to know more. Kylo seemed happy to oblige and began speaking animatedly.

"Well, he was a pilot- one of the best. He flew a Curtiss-Wright CW-21 called the Maybird, and a North American P-51 Mustang called the Maybird II. His first plane was blue, but the second was red," he explained. "My grandmother's name was Padme, but because they weren't supposed to be together, he used the last part of her name and named his plane after her." Kylo wondered if he was ranting, but Rey nodded and seemed fairly interested. "Tell me about you- do you have hobbies?" Kylo quickly changed the subject and watched as Rey nodded. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. Should I really tell him I like going to junkyards and fixing old metal things?

"I like fixing stuff," she said. "Usually, friends will come by with broken computers, microwaves, and electric stuff, and I'll fix it. I also do cars. I'm much cheaper and much more efficient than a mechanic," she said proudly. Kylo looked impressed and Rey decided to continue. "I'm also a volunteer for the Alliance Protest organization," she said, almost missing the quirk in Kylo's eyebrows.

Their coffee had long since gone cold, but Rey found that she did not care. Kylo was by far, one of the most interesting people she had ever met and that was including Finn. He was a peculiar person, but she found that she liked that about him.

As time passed, Kylo found himself investing more and more of himself to Rey. He thought she was beautiful and charming, but there was something fiery about her as well. He was also very interested in her work as a member of Alliance Protest.

"You know," before she could continue, Rey glanced at her watch. It was a gift from Finn and Poe a few years back when they had seen her go through nine watches in a year. The watch could survive a nuclear blast and Rey was always proud to wear it. Right now, said watch displayed 3:00 and Rey realized she was late. "I have a class to teach in thirty minutes," she breathed. Kylo looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Am I keeping you? By all means, you should go," he said, suddenly worried. "Do you need a ride?" Rey almost laughed at him.

"It's fine; I have a car," she grinned, pulling her coat on. "I really enjoyed talking with you today." The two stood and Kylo held the cafe door open for Rey, letting her out first. She stomped through the snow and Kylo watched as she pulled a pair of keys out of her pocket and unlocked a white Jeep. After stowing her bag, Rey returned to where he stood and looked up at him, her breath turning white from the frigid air. She never realized how tall Kylo was. Now that she was standing beside him, Rey estimated there were about eight inches between them.

Kylo steeled his nerves and decided to ask her out to lunch on Christmas; he didn't have any plans anyways. As he opened his mouth, Rey began speaking. "If you're not busy on Christmas or Christmas Eve," Rey said, "do you want to get lunch?" she asked.

Kylo raised his eyebrows but nodded. "Sure," he replied "I'm free on Christmas," he said. Rey flashed him two thumbs up before looking at her watch.

"Fuck, I'm late," she swore. "Alright, I'll see you on Christmas. Bye!" she said and ran back to her car. Kylo waved before pulling his gloves on.

On the way back to his apartment, Kylo could not stop grinning. Every time he tried to steel his expression, he thought about the Taekwondo instructing, protest organizing, engineer majoring woman he had met and found himself smiling all over again.