Relief floods through her when Ben orders for her. This establishment seems nicer than any she's been too, so she isn't worried that she won't like the food. It isn't as if she were ever in a place to be picky about what she ate.

She turns to thank the waitress and when she faces forward once more, Ben is turned away from her, facing toward the glass and not looking at her. Rey sighs and looks down at her drink, carefully raising it to her lips to take a sip.

It's awful and her nose wrinkles as she gives the cup a look, but she swallows and takes another sip just to feel the warmth of it inside of her. Ben's hands are still on the table and she finds herself wanting to reach across and touch him, but he isn't even looking at her.

There are so many things that they could talk about, that perhaps they should talk about, but she doesn't say any of them. Instead she thinks of how his hands felt on her shoulders, and she crosses her arms on the tabletop to drop her face into the soft sleeves of the coat.

It smells like him. She wasn't even aware that she knew what he smelled like.