You were lucky your date with Phasma had happened in the first place, honestly. Besides the fact that she had even asked you to dinner – something you were still trying to process – it was a miracle you were even both available tonight. You had gotten distracted with your new duties as General. You probably would have skipped dinner altogether if you hadn't had someone waiting on you. And Phasma waiting on anyone or anything was a feat.
You were aware of how regimented she was. She had a schedule to keep to, even for herself personally, aside from work. But it hadn't even bothered her that she wouldn't be eating on time.
She was waiting for you when you hurriedly walked into the dining hall, knowing you were likely late, too afraid to check the time. You easily picked her out of the crowd, her platinum hair glowing in the artificial light.
You froze in the entrance after you processed what you saw. She was out of her quarters without her helmet. As your heart began to race, you realized you hadn't even thought of the specifics of how this date was going to happen, much less a relationship, if that's where this was going. You hadn't had time to be anxious about it with how busy you were. Suddenly, a flurry of questions popped into your mind. How would you be seen with her in public? She couldn't wear her helmet all the time. She had to eat, right? Then, suddenly you were worried you had inconvenienced her. Why was she walking around like this? Did she even want this?
"Y/N?" Phasma had gotten up and walked over to you, noticing you standing in the doorway. "Are you alright?"
You startled from your daze to look at her, and you began to feel at ease. Your shoulders loosened and you took a deep, yet hitched, breath. Not only was she not wearing her helmet, she had traded all of her indiscreet armor for drab First Order fatigues. She looked... normal.
"You... "
Phasma cut you off. "I figured it would be best if I blended in."
"You just look so naked without..."
You stopped yourself, realizing what you had said. Then you closed your eyes, embarrassed, recognizing how much worse you'd made the statement by bringing attention to it. You could feel the heat in your cheeks.
"You're quite adorable when you blush," Phasma said before she walked off toward the table.
You sighed heavily, trying to compose yourself for the second time today. It was going to be a long dinner if you kept this up.
As you sat down with your plates, you couldn't help but stare at her. It was a weird sight to see, an armor-less Phasma. She was still imposing, however, her height not an artificial advantage from the suit alone. The others in the hall didn't seem to notice that their Captain was in their midst. Surely her presence would have changed the atmosphere, if they only knew.
Phasma noticed the way you were looking at her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I just.... Are you sure no one knows who you are?"
She shook her head. "There's only two people on this ship that know who I am. You." She took a bite of her food. "And Ren."
Your gut did a freefall. You had completely forgotten about The Commander. The two of you weren't on the best terms, not that he was on good terms with anyone, to your knowledge. But you definitely didn't want to get on his bad side. Especially now that you would have to deal with him a lot more as General. What if he found out you were sneaking around with the Captain? He would absolutely lose it. A man like him did not like fraternization. Something about "attachments," you had heard.
Phasma quickly changed the subject, and dinner continued on, but all the while you couldn't relax. Phasma did most of the talking, which you didn't mind. Mostly about her work life; she had really known no other life besides that in the First Order. You'd ask a question every now and then. Just hearing her talk made your heart flutter in your chest, especially now that you could listen to her voice without her helmet.
