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“No,” Phasma said, tipping back her head as she shook the last few drops of cola onto her tongue. Ben frowned at her, then reached into the shade beside his hip and offered her his own unopened can, still cool enough to have condensation clinging to the surface. Phasma took it with a smile, cracking it open and downing half of it in two gulps.

“Maybe,” she said.

“I.. well…”

Phasma played with the pull tag as Ben pulled at his laces, catching it under her nail, making it ring with her impatience.

“I like Hux.”

“I’m shocked.”

Ben looked up at Phasma and she shrugged, taking another drink.

“I don’t know what do do…” Ben said, miserably.

“Tell him.”

“I can’t tell him, what if he doesn’t like me back?”

“Don’t tell him.”

Ben looked positively annoyed with her now.

“And how does that help?”

“It doesn’t,” she said, finishing off Ben’s can and crushing it between her hands. “But at least I don’t have to hear you complain about it.”

She tossed the crushed can onto the grass at her feet as Hux came round the corner, greeting them in turn. He ignored the blush that came up on Ben’s face as Phasma reached up to him with grabby hands, and he reached into his bag to pull out a can of orange soda, freshly purchased from the vending machine and ice cold. Phasma grinned as she took it, climbing to her feet to vacate her spot for Hux to take as they did every lunch time.

“Thanks Hux,” she said as Hux threw down his backpack and sat down beside a Ben that was watching Hux’s shoes. “By the way, Ben has something to tell you.”

Hux turned to look at Ben at the same time that Ben’s head snapped up, a mingled look of fear and fury on his face. Phasma gave him a blindingly bright smile as she started on Hux’s drink and headed to her meeting. Maybe by the time it finished there’d be no more secrets to be kept.