A/N: You know what I don't do for drabbles? Think ahead. Edit. Question whether what I'm writing even makes sense. Because life's short, and prompt fills are fun. So there.

gosavebensolo said: 7 and 22? or either? Pretty please? :D

200 word drabble courtesy of a tumblr numbered AU prompt list. Embrace ALL the tropes!

Everyone's out on the dance floor; everyone except her and this guy. He sat down next to her five minutes ago with a piece of cake and hasn't spoken or eaten. Until now.

"You're jealous."

Rey flinches. "I'm not," she says. (As kids it was her and Finn – but then came adulthood, then Poe, then Rose; the three of them are living the polyamorous dream, and yes, Rey is jealous. She wishes that worked for her, that she could also fit neatly into their equation. But it doesn't, she doesn't, and she's happy for them, but she feels more lonely today than she has in years.)

"Well, you look jealous."

Hmph. "You don't seem too cheerful yourself," she retorts. (She noticed him at the ceremony because he stood half a head taller than anyone else. Also because he didn't even fake a smile.) "So who are you jealous of?"

"No one, since you're alone," says the guy. He doesn't even look at her as he says it.

She blinks.

Was that… was that an insult, or did he just try to flirt with her? Badly?

"I'm Ben," he says.

And he pushes his untouched slice of cake in her direction.