For a while now, Finn's focus has been work, not romance, but his best friend, Rey, and her girlfriend, Jess, aim to change that. They have a great guy in mind and with a little nudging, Finn agrees to go on a date.
The problem is, the first date doesn't go the way Finn expects—but that doesn't mean it's bad.
In fact, you could say, it's the best not-quite-a-date Finn's ever been on...
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"FINN," Rey says from the other room in mock horror.
"Oh, fuck," he mutters, leaning against the front door. "You aren't supposed to be here."
Rey comes into the living room with a huge smile on her face. "Luke told me to take the morning off." She looks Finn up and down. "You want to talk about it?"
"No," he says, walking past her and making his way into the kitchen.
"Your bed's still made."
"I got up early," he lies, pulling open the refrigerator and hauling out a carton of orange juice. He grabs a glass, fills it, downs it, and then fills it back up.
"Yeah, right," Rey says, running her fingers across the lapels of Finn's jacket. "And you're still wearing last night's clothes." Rey chuckles as she pushes herself up on the counter. "Good date?"
Finn groans, and leans forward, putting his forehead on the counter next to Rey. "No," is his muffled reply.
Rey's smile falls. "Bad date?"
"No," he says.
"Uh, help me out here. I'm confused."
Finn stands up, facing her. "You're not the only one."
Rey cocks an eyebrow.
Finn closes his eyes, a blush rising on his cheeks. He puts a hand up to his face and from behind it, he asks, "Does it count as a date if you never actually get to the date part?" He peeks at her from behind his fingers.
It takes her a moment and then her mouth opens in a half-gasp/half-smile. "Finn!" She swats his arm. "You didn't."
"Yeah, we did." Finn grabs his glass of orange juice and heads to the living room. He sinks onto the couch.
Rey follows him, crawling up next to him. "I want all the details. Now."
Finn looks at her like she's crazy.
"Fine. Give me the PG version then."
Finn shakes his head and leans back. "This is bad."
"It wasn't good?"
Finn huffs out a breath, scrubbing a hand over his face. "No, it was amazing."
Rey smiles. "So, what's the problem?"
"Rey..." Finn shakes his head. "Oh, this is so bad."
"Okay," Rey says. "I'm sure it's not that bad. Just start at the beginning and tell me what happened."
# # # #
Two weeks ago...
Rey skips into Finn's studio. "What are you doing tomorrow for lunch?"
"Why," he asks without looking up from his computer.
Rey rolls her eyes. "Finn, what are you doing tomorrow for lunch?"
Finn frowns, finally looking up. Rey comes around his desk and drapes herself across him. "Ooooh, I like that one," she says, pointing to one of the photographs on the screen.
