Craving: A Kylo Ren Tale

Twenty-Two

The next few days go on as usual. Kylo locks himself away in his studios, I run errands and cook. I've finally gotten the chance to catch up with Rose as well.

Okay sooo what's up with you and Vic??

I was just planning on being the distraction for you, but then he was so nice!! We like the same music and books, and we sat in his car forever talking.

Just talking??? Spill it!!

Okay okay we made out a little!! Aahhh!!

And how was it?!?

Incredible. I take back what I said that night, I owe YOU the favor ;) So you and Kylo...?

Me and Kylo, oh god. He's a total freak. But I'm still not so sure about him...

But you love that shit!

Right right. I just can't figure him out, ya know?

Keep your wits about you, don't get in too deep.

Easier said than done, Rosie.

You're a smart girl, don't let him warp your perspective. And we'll talk more in person. Can't wait to see you soon!

About that.......

When I explain where I'll be spending the week of Christmas, she freaks out in the best way. We reminisce about our time in Amsterdam on a spring break trip, discuss which places are worth revisiting. And we're both thankful that I'll be stateside for New Year's Eve so we can spend it with Poe and Finn.

I send her photos of clothes and shoes, asking her to help me narrow down what to pack. I know the outfits are suitable for the places I want to visit, but I'm not sure if it's right for whatever Kylo has in mind.

The morning before we leave, I broach the subject with him over breakfast. I've just made omelets, a light breakfast salad, and cappuccinos. We're sitting at the counter, he's in the stool next to mine, early morning light is glittering across his beautiful face.

"Everything is squared away- travel, lodging, reservations. Um," I stall, unsure of how to phrase my question. "I'm not sure what to pack? As far as my clothing? Do I need to bring something nice for dinner out, or..?"

I don't want to make any assumptions, god forbid I use the word date. I'm sure that would scare him right off. We've shared meals together, sure. But we've never gone out together. We work, we have sex. That's it.

He takes in my words, and then I watch his eyes scan today's outfit consisting of a Flaming Lips shirt, high waisted dark denim, and my signature combat boots.

"Mm, this won't do," he tuts. "Not for the places we'll be going."

I have no fucking clue what that means, and I start panicking while going through my wardrobe in my mind. But before I get too anxious, he continues.

"You'll need more suitable things. Call Vicrul, tell him to be here in twenty. Best not to waste the day."

We finish breakfast, and I give the kitchen a quick clean before grabbing my coat and purse. I go down to chat and smoke with Jimmy while waiting for my ride. I'm assuming this will be like when I was told to get a nice dress for the party, and god I wish Rose was here to help.

When Vic arrives, I hop in the backseat but he doesn't close the door behind me.

"What's up?" I ask him, as he stands next to my open door.