"What are you doing?" Rey asked. "Are you trying to escape?"
Ben was standing in the Millennial Falcon, right in the cockpit. He knew he wasn't supposed to go near any ships. Since defecting to the Resistance he barely had any more freedom than a prisoner of war.
He raised his in resignation. There was a pink piece of paper in one. She took it from him and unfolded it.
It was shape like a heart and inside he had transcribed a beautiful poem written in calligraphy.
"Um…happy Love Day?" he said sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise."