I take Rey to the front desk where she had asked if she could stay in the hotel and if there were any available positions for her, the robot whose name I still did not know says a range of new placement should open soon, but she is welcome to stay if she washes the dishes in the kitchen for the time being.

"I'll come to the kitchen before dinner," I tell her and she nods. A family passes us and approaches the front desk to ask for a room so I give Rey a quick hug, not noticing she seemed a bit disappointed.
Rey heads straight for the kitchen – staff in hand – to start to clean when required; while I go to complete my job for the day: scrubbing the tiles in the bathroom in all the unoccupied rooms.

The hours seem to drag out, probably because I know Rey is a few floors below me, and I am not with her. Towards the end of my shift I can't seem to keep my eyes from the clock. N31M who seems to be my unofficial trainer sticks closer to me today, to make sure I do a reasonable job at cleaning – at least that's what I'd like to think.
My back is aching by the time we finish cleaning the unoccupied rooms and it is early evening. I sleepily stumble back towards the kitchen. My taste for sleep has returned and is relentless, even after a perfect sleep I am more tired than I was before Rey returned.
I push open the door and search around, trying to keep out of the way of the chefs and hotel staff. However, I am unable to find her. Immediately I fear the worst; something has happened to her: that she has been taken, or maybe even that she has left me and returned to Base.
I swallow the unsettled feeling that has risen inside my stomach and decide I need to return to my room before I am caught out after curfew.

After a quick splash of water to my face and changing into some spare clothes there is a knock on the door, I open it and Rey stands wearing the kitchen uniform, I smile with relief; she looks cute in her all black outfit and white apron. "Sorry, the manager… Fletcher, yeah?" I nod, "He had to explain all the rules and sent me to the tailor," I don't know exactly why, but I feel sick at the thought of her being measured by the old uniform Livoid. I think of all the bruises and blisters the droids gave me over the years. My blood runs cold at the thought of it measuring the span of her chest and her thighs. Deep down I know it would only be doing its job and not intending to violate her, but I can't seem to remind myself.
"Are you mad at me?" She asks quietly, and I realise I didn't answer her; I quickly flicker my eyes back to her.

I run my hands up her arms, and a smile, "No, no, yeah that's fine. Did you have a good day?" I quickly ask, hoping to get rid of the image of the First Order droid touching her. No matter how hard I try to protect her from them they always find a way in.

Rey shrugs, "Yeah, it was alright, didn't do much work, mainly listened to the lecture about the hotel," I nod and lean on the doorframe, she steps a bit closer. "What are we going to do; I don't think I will be able to handle knowing you're only a few doors away from me..." She looks at my chest, her fingers softly tailing up to my shirt. I suck in a deep breath as her cold fingers gently cup the back of my neck.

I try not to think about the way she was on the bathroom vanity this morning, but once I see the image it won't leave my mind. I feel my core heat up and I stare at her lips, before clearing my throat and looking into her eyes which have a mischievous glint to them: she knows exactly what I had been thinking about. "I don't want either of us to get in trouble. We need to figure out if we will stay here…" I open up the topic not knowing how I feel about it.

"I already told you, I want to be with you," she twists the curls at my nape before running her hand back down my chest, leaving it in the centre. "What about Poe?" She asks with concern and I smile and press my hand over hers, my other rubs circles into her waist.

"He didn't want me to leave," I admit her.

"I know, you mean a lot him," She looks from our hands up to my eyes.

"He was the first person who treated me like I was human. He did give me my name I don't think we have a normal friendship," I laugh and Rey tilts her head slightly.

"Did he really?"

"Didn't you know?" She shakes her head.

"When we escaped Starkiller he refused to use my designation," Rey's lips twitch in a lovely smile, and I think I see her appreciation for Poe enhance.

Rey quickly looks down the hall then back at me, "Fletcher…" she says just as I start to hear the trolley rolling on the concrete floor.

"I'll come find you at lunch tomorrow," I lean off the doorframe to kiss her forehead and she blushes.

"You know where to find me," she slowly puts some space between us, but I am reluctant to let her go, so I hold onto her hands until she is far enough that our fingers unlink and my arm drops by my side. I watch her walk away from me before I slip through my door and wait against the wall for Fletcher to come will my meal.

A couple of days have passed: Rey had retrieved her bag from the Falcon and has settled in her room, she has to now monitor portion size in the kitchen for the staff meals.

The two of us have to settle for intentionally bumping into each other during our shifts; and sneaking out after curfew to steal a kiss or talk about our day quickly and quietly. I haven't slept properly knowing she is only a few corridors away is torture. We still haven't decided if we will make this a permanent arrangement or if we will leave. I only have a few days left before I will be locked into a contract here, and Rey will too if we continue to stay here.

I am sitting across from her now at a small table in a back room. I almost forget that we only just crashed into each other's lives a couple of months ago and we have so much to say to each other; so many stories. So many things we have never had the chance to share with anybody else. However, neither of us seem to be able to find the words to begin. Keeping my hands to myself can be difficult, the desire to hold her hand, or kiss her when she frowns, but we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. We haven't been able to speak much, with aliens and interruption we eat our lunch in a comfortable silence, however, I still feel the need to try and fill it with conversation.
"So?" I offer and Rey laughs a little.

"So?" I click my tongue as few times in contemplation.

"We should…" I'd started to speak before realising I didn't have a conclusion to my proposition so I cut myself off. Lucky at the same time a trolley had rolled through one of the wheels loose, causing it to squeak on the concrete.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Rey speaks louder, looking at me with an apologetic expression.

"We should… go somewhere…"I say the words before the idea formed in my mind, but decide I'll run with it, "I'm sick of being stuck in this place, we should get dinner. That isn't hotel leftovers," I smile widely hoping she doesn't catch onto the fact I only just made this up.

"Like a date?" She bites her lip, unsuccessfully hiding her smile.

"Date?" I question, I know what it is, but I didn't realise that is exactly what I suggested. She leans across the table and takes my hands.

"Yeah, two people go out, spend time together, a date."

"Well, yeah, I guess that's what I meant," I clarify.

"I'd like that," She whispers pressing her lips to my cheek, causing me to blush, before she takes our dirty dishes to wash in the sink.