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Hello there, dear! 🦋 Reylo drabble prompt: modern au, where Ben and Rey meet the first time after two months of quarantine without seeing each other in person (they could only keep in touch online, because they are working in different cities, and the cities were closed for two months). Thank you in advance, and i wish you da best! 🙏💙

It has been far too long since I received this prompt, but I’m working through some of the ones on my list, and thought I would write a little something short and sweet. Hope you enjoy :)

Ben glanced down at the email address his mother had scrawled down on a piece of paper at lunch. It was the copyright lawyer she had recommended when he had told her he was going to go into negotiations for his first book and movie deal. The only problem is, his mother has shit handwriting. He squinted at the paper again and pecked out a couple more letters onto the keyboard. [email protected].

           Hello Johnson, he typed, your services were recommended to me by my mother, Leia Organa. I was writing to inquire about your rates and general terms. Thank you, Ben Solo.

           That should be fine, Ben thought to himself, leaning back in his chair. He needed this deal to turn out in his favor if he wanted to continue to pay for his New York apartment. If he wanted to continue to pay for his New York meals.

           The next morning, however, he woke up to a very confusing email.

           I don’t know who you are or who told you I was a prostitute, but I would very much appreciate if you didn’t email me again. -Rey

           Ben read the email over once, twice, three times before he realized where the hell he went wrong—he had meant to email Ray Johnson, New York Lawyer, not—Ben read the watermark signature at the bottom of the email—not Rey Johnson, Chicago Florist.

           He responded, urgently.

           Rey,            I am so sorry. I was trying to get in touch with Ray Johnson, a copyright lawyer in New York. Unfortunately, my mother’s handwriting is shit. I assure you I did not think you were a prostitute.

           Thanks,

           Ben.

           *

That was how it started, really. Ben hadn’t expected her to reply again, but she had. Then lockdown rules were put in place and really, Rey was the only person he spoke to on a regular basis besides his weekly ‘zoom dinners’ with his mother. It was two months, two blissful, quiet months without in-person human interaction and cheap takeout from down the road. Delivered, of course. Rey, on the other hand, seemed to struggle.

           I can’t stand this whole being locked up thing, she had lamented to him once, I need people, I need interaction.

           You have me, Ben had responded.

She emailed him back a little while later, a quiet, simple, yeah, I guess I do.

*

Ben isn’t sure why they never manage to do a zoom call, or even text, for that matter. It had never came up, not really. The whole mess started as one mistaken email chain, and that was the way it would end. It was kind of nostalgic, really. It wasn’t until lockdown was lifted that he started thinking about more.

Hey, he sent her one day, a few days after the stay at home order had been lifted, got any plans for your new found freedom?

He wasn’t really expecting it when she messaged back, actually, I was thinking about spending some time in New York with a friend.

It was kind of disappointing, for an instant, realizing that Rey had made plans to go to New York without even having spoken to him about it first. Surely she knew he would want to meet her, to say hello. He was half an hour into his pity-party when he gleaned her meaning.

I’m the friend, aren’t I?

Bingo, Solo.

He sent her his address later that day.

*            Two weeks later and Ben was nervously pacing his apartment when there was a sharp knock at his door. He swung the thing open without checking first, to reveal a young woman wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and three buns in her hair. She was—adorable.

“Rey?” He asked, a little unsure.

“You’re taller than I expected,” she told him, looking him up and down appraisingly.

“Really?” Ben questioned, smiling slightly, “because you’re exactly what I pictured.”

The rest truly was history.

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