Techie rounded the corner into the lounge and nearly dropped the two drinks he was holding. If he’d spilled them on the only fancy-ish pair of clothes he owned (a navy-blue buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black cargo shorts) it would be a disaster! 

But the sight of Kylo Ren in full get-up, waiting patiently for Techie, as if this was a date…! His knees went weak, but no way he’d chicken out now. Depending on how this meeting went, he might end up with a real date!! Thank goodness the lounge was empty save for a droid or two; that way nobody could see Techie wobble over to him on shaky legs with red cheeks.

“Kylo! H-hi! I, um, b-brought you some caf…” Realizing that the helmet blocked his mouth, Techie broke into a cold sweat and his eyes widened. “Oh! Uh, y-your helmet! I sh-should’ve remembered…”