Drive(r) Me Crazy-Adam Driver x reader

⚠️6-A little adventure (pt.1)

It had been two days since the closet incident and you were sat back in the dressing room, absent-mindedly scrolling through Instagram while Marie chattered to herself in the background, pinning various scraps of material to mannequins.

Due to broken ventilation the whole building had to be shut down as the repair crew, well, repaired it, and you hadn't spoken to Adam since you left the premises.

During your forced suspension from rehearsals you'd received an e-mail from Jeffrey, saying that you—along with the rest of the cast—were going to a Star Wars Anniversary celebration promotion thingy. It didn't make much sense to you, promoting the film before you'd even begun filming, but you'd since learned not to question these decisions.

The dress code was 'Your characters preferred outfit' as Jeffrey put it, and so you sat in the dressing room in your all-black shorts, shirt and tank top combo, accessorised by the leather gun holsters that coiled down your legs and strapped onto your beaten-up combat boots.

"How much longerrr?" You whined loudly, drawing out the 'r' in an annoying, nasal voice in an attempt to magically speed up time.

"Like a minute!" Daisy called back from behind a curtain, the sound of hurried rustling betraying her.

You both decided to go to this promo-con thing together, mutually agreeing that it would be a lot more bearable if you had a hand to hold (and a friend to bitch to) through it.

After what seemed like a millennia—but was probably about a minute—Daisy finally emerged from behind the curtain, dramatically flailing her arms as she swished around her cape.

"Ready?" You asked hopefully.

"Yup."

"Finally!" You turned to Marie, thanked her for her help with the costumes and hastily ushered yourself and Daisy out of the door and into the Taxi that was waiting outside to ferry you to the promo thingy.

You got your first proper look at Daisies costume as you were sat in the car.

She was wearing a simple, floor-length velvet dress underneath a light beige cloak that flowed like the sea behind her as she walked.

The costume only had a combined screen time of around 15 and a half minutes, but you could see why she chose it over her other outfits—she looked like a princess. Next to her you looked, well, like a homeless person.

As the thought entered your mind, you were brought back to that moment in the changing rooms, when Adam somehow turned the words 'homeless stripper' into flirting. You weren't complaining, just the though of it send your heart racing.

"So," Daisy said, breaking the comfortable silence."I was talking to Adam..."

Just the mention of his name made your heart skip a beat, though you weren't sure whether it was due to excitement or nervousness. What did Daisy know? Did he tell her what had happened between you two? What was she going to say about it?

"And its meant to be a pretty big turnout today." The knot in your throat unravelled as she finished the sentence.

"Oh yeah? Well then, prepare to get mobbed." You joked.

"I just hope no-one ruins my costume, because not gonna lie—I look hot."

You agreed with her as the car pulled up alongside a building with columns running in a line infant of the entrance, lit up by colourful floorlights and the flashes of cameras as people in costumes took pictures with their friends.

"Woah," You exclaimed. "This place looks sick"

"Totally."

You and Daisy got out of the car, thanking the driver as you walked towards the side entrance and into a backstage 'VIP' area scattered with the cast members chatting amongst themselves.