who needs the men

[ kylo's bike is already parked outside the restaurant by the time the taxi pulls to a stop in front. they're not running that late, maybe five minutes or so, but she feels bad all the same — after all, it doesn't take a shrink to know that rey's probably panicking a little by now, standing in the restaurant looking for the others. honestly, daisy's a little surprised she hasn't gotten a worried text at this point.

but thankfully, the small foyer and the bemused receptionist help to make quick work of locating her friend, and so it only takes a few minutes for daisy to reach the other girl, a hand reaching out to curl around rey's fingers and tug for her attention. ]

Hey, [ quiet, reassuring, as rey's neck cranes to look in the other direction. ] Sorry we're late.

[ a beat. ]

You look great.