#model!rey

She was late.

 Not that it hadn’t happened before, but today was a very important day. Today she was supposed to be photographed by a very important photographer. Ironic, considering she didn’t know who yet, and she doubted that she would recognise them. It wasn’t an insult towards them, she just didn’t pay a lot of attention towards people she didn’t know unless she had either stumbled across their work, or she had been told to do some research them.

 Being a model had its ups and downs. She wouldn’t really consider having to research people a bad thing, but she was only told about how her work needed her to work at last minute, and she didn’t have much time to ask who was going to be working with her. Which was her own fault. But she still could have been given a name. The only think keeping her from overstressing her about it, was that they hadn’t. Usually they would give her the names if the person was very important. Meaning, they weren’t needing to know.

  The moment she did arrive from clothing and makeup, she could see the looks that people shot her. They almost seemed concerned, and she wondered if she looked ridiculous. But she shoved her thoughts away when she saw the set-up of what she was supposed to be modelling for.

 The photographer was talking to someone, quite loudly if she did say so herself. He seemed a little hostile towards the person, and she wondered if he was arguing with them. Realisation dawned on her when they pointed towards her, and from the look the photographer gave her, she understood that he was angry at her.

 “And what time do you call this?” He asked, rather aggressively as he approached her. She almost laughed at the relieved look the other person gave, watching them leave before turning her attention back to him.

 “I’m sorry, I- “

 “Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he snapped, causing her to flinch at the harsh tone of his voice.

 “Excuse me?” She asked, her own tone seeming somewhat accusatory.

 He scoffed in disbelief, and she wondered if he was going to explode from how much redder his face became.

 “What’s wrong, Princess? Did you think I was just going to let you off on being late because you’re a model?”

 She shook her head quickly, having not meant it that way at all. “No! I- “

 “Because I’ll tell you this. I have a lot of very important appointments today, so forgive me for not having the time to dilly-dally whilst you’re off doing whatever it was you were doing.”

 “I was in hair and makeup,” she said quickly, wanting to at least try and explain herself a bit more. “The hair stylist came in late because of an accident… I tried to get her as quick as I could.”

 That seemed to shut him up, and she watched as his lips pressed into a thin line. But then he narrowed her eyes, and she was sure she had never been so tempted to throw herself out a window before.

 “I don’t care much for your excuses,” he said lowly. Then he motioned his head towards where she assumed she was going to be photographed. “Now, if you would.”

 Rey considered biting back.

 She thought about telling him that they weren’t excuses, that the person that usually did her hair had some personal issues with their family, considering one of their relatives had gotten into an accident. So, it wasn’t really her fault.

 But then she also didn’t want to put all the blame on them, especially considering what they were going through.

 Finally deciding, she simply gave a nod before walking over to the shoot.

 He gave her all different poses to make. Different directions to face. Different angles and all the rest.

 At one point, he even came over to adjust the way her head was tilted. She wasn’t expecting his fingers to feel so soft against her skin, and she ended up jumping. He didn’t take too kindly to her reaction, giving her a fierce glare before he walked back to his spot to get more pictures.

 When the shoot finally did end, most of the people that were in the studio left to go for their break. But her photographer stayed. She could see him flicking through the pictures he had shot of her, and she felt a little bit pressured at the thought of him observing her.

 Then again, it was just one of the things that had to happen in her job. The photographers, hair stylists, and make up artists had to make everything perfect and polished before it was sent out to be published.

 She observed him for a few more minutes, then she realised just how creepy she seemed. Clearing her throat, she walked over to him, stopping just a few feet away as to not invade his personal space.

 “Listen…” she started, not even seeming to catch his attention. “I just wanted to apologise for everything that happened this morning. It wasn’t entirely the hair-stylists’ fault. I got there a little later than I usually would and- “

 “I don’t care,” he suddenly stated, his eyes still glued to his camera screen.

 Taken aback by his comment, she felt her eyes widened slightly. Then she furrowed her brows, raising a brow at him.

 “I was only trying to apologise.”

 “I don’t need your apologies,” he retorted, shifting in his stance.

 Rey crossed her arms. “It didn’t seem that way this morning.”

 This caught his interest, and she saw him stop what he was doing, his eyes slowly raising to meet hers.

 She had never felt more intimidated before.

 “That’s because, as you admitted, you arrived late to a formal photography shoot. You, the centre of attention, are supposed to arrive early and promptly on time. But you don’t seem to think that way, and quite frankly, only seem to care about yourself. I get it, you’re a model. You can’t do anything wrong. But you’re already crossing lines that you should know by now to stay clear from.”

 Her facial expression turned appalled and she stared at him in horror and disbelief. “I know I arrived late, alright? I know that I should have been more careful on my timekeeping. I get it, I made a mistake. But you know what?” She stepped closer to him, her lip turned back into a snarl. “I apologised. I admitted to what I did wrong. I don’t only care about myself, if I did, I wouldn’t be here trying to make up for it, would I? So, stop trying to put your problems onto everyone else’s. Take a breath, or a walk. Because all that built up aggression and frustration, that might work for some people. But in reality,” she stepped impossibly closer, almost touching his camera. “It only makes you an asshole.”

 He moved from his leaning position to stand up fully, and she almost stepped away when she realised how tall he was. But she kept her ground, not daring to move a muscle as she watched how angry he seemed to get at her comment.

 “Do you know who I am?”

 Rey rolled her eyes so dramatically, she was almost positive it echoed.

 “No, and I, quite frankly, don’t give a fuck. You’re a photographer, you take pictures. I’m a model, I pose for pictures. That’s all I need to know.”

 Then she stormed out of the room, not even giving him a chance to respond.

  When she went for her break, she was able to meet up with her friends Finn and Poe at a local cafe. She told them both about what had happened to her, even managing to gain a high five from Poe.

 Then she saw him. Immediately, a scowl formed on her face as she watched him walk up to the queue. He seemed much calmer than he had when both were talking, and she wondered if he had actually taken her advice.

 “Jesus, Rey,” snapped her out of her thoughts, and she turned to see an amused looking Finn with his eyebrow raised at her. “What did he ever do to you?”

 “That was the photographer I was telling you about,” she said lowly, not wanting to be heard.

 Rey watched as Finn seemed to freeze, his eyes widening. “No, it’s not.”

 She furrowed her brows, squinting her eyes at him in confusion. “Yes, it is.”

 “Rey…” He said slowly. “That’s Kylo Ren.”

 Instantly, it was like a million alarms were going off in her mind. She recognised the name as a famous photographer who had travelled around the world to take pictures of all different people. Even being requested by celebrities.

 Her eyes widened in shock as she gaped at him.

 “KYLO REN?!” She almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth afterwards as she silently cursed herself. Clearing her throat, she tried to be smooth, slowly turning her gaze to see if he had heard her.

 He was staring right at her.

 She kept his gaze for a few moments before quickly turning back to Finn, who was giving her a very concerned looking look along with Poe.

 Wincing, she leaned down to rest her head against the table. “Fuck me.”

  After a couple of moments, she brought her head back up. Finn and Poe had gone back to conversing, and once again, she felt like a third-wheeler.

 But then she noticed something at the edge of the table, reaching forward to lift it up. Slowly, she picked it up to inspect, noticing it was a neatly folded piece of paper. She opened it, her eyes furrowing as she scanned over the words.

 To whom it may concern,

I realise this may seem a tad strange and, most likely, confusing. But I’d like to offer a compromise. You see, I could tell from how you screamed my name that you only just found out who I was. Shocking, I gather. But I’m willing to put our argument behind us, if you agree to go out on a date with me.

No one, and I mean no one, has ever talked back to me the way you did. It was rather thrilling, and I was hoping you might be able to forgive my rude behaviour.

Yours Sincerely,

Kylo Ren.

 Below read a number, which she assumed was his, and her cheeks flushed red. Why did he want to go out on a date with her right after she called him an asshole?

 Before she could even try to put more thought and consideration into the question, she looked up just in time to see the same man leaving, a slight smirk on his face.