Stitches | Poe Dameron

ix

"Poe wants to see you at lunch?" I could practically feel Esma smirking, but I focused on my paperwork.

"He does." I smile to myself, trying not to let her see.

"Look at my little Stitches," I feel Esma's hands on my shoulders. "Back in the game."

I shake my head.

"I need to relieve my stress, I don't want anymore flashbacks." I say.

Esma sits back where she originally was and continues her paperwork.

"Maybe you should speak with someone, we do have therapists in the Resistance."

I place down my pen and rub my eyes.

"No, it's not worth it." I pick the pen back up. "Grenene is corrupt and I just had the unfortunate luck of being... his daughter. If words gets out that I'm here I don't want to know what would happen."

Esma sighs, we agreed never to discuss him by name or anything relating to him.

"Eventually someone will be suspicious how you got your medical licence at 21 instead of 24 like the rest of our year."

"Well if you never say anything then I don't see how anyone will prove anything, as far as everyone is concerned I sped through three years - I'm a genius."

Esma laughed and I smile a bit, thinking I was funny.

"Anyway, back to Poe," Esma changed the subject. "How old is he?"

"Uh... you know," I clear my throat and whisper the last part. "29."

"29?!"  Esma nearly shouted and I shushed her.

"Lyla you're barely 23." I could feel Esma's glare.

"I have been 23 for three months, thank you very much." I turn around to see Esma glaring at me. "You always go for older guys."

"I'm almost 27, there's a difference."

"But I'm an adult too."

She didn't seem impressed.

I sighed.

Esma stood up and gathered her paperwork.

"I'm finished and one of the pilots invited me to lunch with him," she walked over to me and kissed the top of my head. "I know you're smart, be safe, have fun."

I smile up at her.

"I'll go after I'm finished." I said and referred back to my stack of papers.

"Don't keep the Commander waiting." She teased with a grin and walked out the door.

I went back to my paperwork and daydreamed about Poe.

~*~

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." Papers we're flying from my grip and I tried to get them back as I walked as quickly as I could.

I was late.

I had lost track of time while trying to finish all my paperwork so I would have the afternoon off. I turned into the hangar and made a beeline for the tan man in the brown leather jacket. He really liked that jacket.