Cut To The Feeling (Reader x Professor Ren / Kylo Ren)

Hope? I Can Still Feel That?

You were sad to be leaving home for the first time in a very long time. 

You had really enjoyed your few days with your mom. You were only spending half of your Spring Break there so that you would have some time to get a head start on editing your feature, so now you were on your way back to the Crescent City. You would be back for her wedding in May, so it wasn't like you wouldn't be seeing her soon. Plus, you were going to have to live with her for a little while after your graduation. 

You had opted to fly home this time around for the sake of saving time. If you flew, you would have more time when you returned home, so you shelled out the four hundred bucks to fly into your hometown regional airport. You had a layover in Dallas, Texas, scheduled to be boarded at 10 AM, and then you would hopefully be back in New Orleans by noon. 

The flight to Dallas was seamless, and you landed ahead of schedule. You even had time to pay double the price for airport Burger King. So, with your overpriced meal in hand, you sat in one of the seats at your terminal and pulled out your laptop to begin looking over your script supervisor's notes. 

It had been a little over half an hour when you heard a raucous from coming from the ticket counter. 

"Sir, I'm not sure why the airline would have let you book a first class ticket for this flight. This aircraft doesn't have a first class. The best I can do is give you one of the remaining seats in business class," you tuned in, hearing the woman explain. 

"Come on, man, just take the ticket and move on. We have places to be," you heard a man say, presumably someone who was in line. 

You looked over your shoulder to get a look at the encounter happening. When you looked, you saw a man standing at the counter with his back to you. He was super tall and wide, had feathered black hair to the collar of his shirt. He looked just like Kylo. 

"Ma'am, I know this isn't your fault, but I paid for first class, and I don't do business class," you heard the man say. He even sounded like Kylo. You knew you were staring, but you couldn't shake the resemblance. It couldn't have been him. Why would he be in Dallas on a flight bound for New Orleans? It didn't make sense, so he had to just be a guy who could have won an award for his resemblance from the back and in the voice to Kylo Ren. 

"I'm not really sure what you want. You can go back to the ticketing booth and get a ticket for a plane that has first class, but if you want to be on this plane, then you're going to have to either take business or coach," she said with the best masked agitation you had ever seen. You were astounded that this guy was even fighting this fight. Rich people didn't have real problems. 

The tall man ran his fingers through his hair letting out a frustrated grunt as he bent down to grab his carryon. "Thanks for your tremendous help." He huffed as he turned around, and your breath caught in your throat. 

It was Kylo. It was unmistakably him. You saw the dark umber eyes you missed so much meet your own, looking at you with a strong sense of surprise. You saw the high cheekbones that kept you awake at night. The plush lips that had once ravaged your own. He was here, looking right at you with a mutually shocked look.  

You both stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity before he began moving his feet and walking toward you. You straightened up and closed your laptop, preparing yourself mentally to speak to him. You didn't think you would ever see him again, much less speak to him, so you were arranging everything within you to not have a panic attack. 

He was in front of you in just a few steps, looking down at you with eyes that screamed he was panicking just as much as you, if not more. 

"Uh, hello," he said with discomfort.