Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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Rey was growing impatient. She had spent the last fifteen minutes pacing incessantly across the hardwood flooring of what would be the foyer to their home. Unfortunately, the series of events from the last month had succeeded in shortening her temperament's fuse.
"Hurry up, Finn!" Her voice echoed up the stairwell's narrow enclosure offset by the Cape Cod's main sitting space. The impatience in her voice resonated through the dwelling's second floor towards the vicinity of her absent friend.
"I'll be down in a second!" Finn replied back, his muffled words sounded further off than intended from behind the bathroom's closed door stationed at the top of the stairs. "Go ahead and get the car cooled down!"
Rey rolled her eyes and groaned whilst reaching for her satchel, hanging from its designated peg on the coat rack. How much time did a man actually need to get around in the morning?
Even Ben didn't take that long; who managed to maintain a perfect head of hair every morning after towel drying it without additional styling products. It was fucking unfair, really, if Rey had anything to say about it, considering she always had to run a flat iron through hers to make it look halfway decent on a productive day.
Anyways, it wasn't like Finn's effort to shower was going to matter in the long run. The hottest day of summer had arrived, anticipating the overall temperature to break into the high 80s without the forty percent humidity.
Throwing in the exertion of breaking ground at Poe's memorial outside the bait and tackle shop they were surely about to require another shower at the end of the day – even if Rey would be simply standing around most of the time.
"Alright," Rey retorted in resignation, "but if I have to text Hux that his partner in crime is going to be missing for another hour again, it's your ass that's getting chewed out this time!"
"You're being dramatic," Finn concurred. "It's only been half an hour and I didn't sleep worth shit last night. And, anyways, Solo is with him so Hux should be fine."
Rey grit her teeth, turning her mouth askew she glowered up the stairs as if Finn could actually see her annoyance whilst tightening her grip on the front door knob.
"Five minutes!" She warned. Her voice rose up an octave to enhance the notion that she meant business behind her forewarning, hoping that it would make Finn pick up the extra pace. "If you're not in the car in five minutes I'm leaving without you and you'll be walking."
Rey could barely hear Finn's muffled jumble of words in response, shaking her head in exasperation she proceeded to do just what he requested. Giving the knob a harder tug back to open she acknowledged the added strain with a soft grunt. It wasn't so much as being problematic as it was just plain annoying at times. The hotter the outdoor temperatures seemed to increase it appeared to make the old wood warp worse than ever each year.
