omg lol that’s basically just Tell Me Honestly …… so have a modern au 😛
(also aughghg I’m so sorry it’s been almost (over??) a month since you sent this in I’m so sorry for the wait– thank you for your patience!!)
“Holy shit, Cassian.” Jyn nudged her sunglasses to her forehead as he slumped into the passenger seat of the unmarked car. “Did you sleep at all last night?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you remembered coffee.”
“Duh.” She handed him his cup. “No milk, 3 packets of sugar. Careful, it’s ho–”
“Fucking shit.”
“Hot. It’s hot.”
“Thanks for the warning.” Cassian glared at the dashboard. He needed to stop responding to Jyn’s urgent detective business texts. “Why are we watching Krennic’s Korner Store again? Didn’t Draven tell you to drop that case?”
“He’s laundering money through that joint, I know it. I just have to pin him down.” She re-trained her binoculars on the alley beside the bodega.
“We can only stake out his business so many times.”
“He’s my nemesis, Cassian. You know this.”
“Whatever.” He rubbed his eyes and adjusted the recline of his seat. “But when you get into trouble for this again, I told you so.”
She snorted. “You’re crabby when you’re sleep deprived. I thought yesterday was date night.”
Cassian tried to hide his grimace in a sip of coffee. “Maria and I broke up.”
“What? I thought you were planning to move in together.” She actually took her eyes off the bodega to look at him, and he groaned at the pity on her face.
“I don’t suppose you’ll believe it was mutual?”
“I’m a detective, Cassian.”
“Figures,” he muttered.
“What’re you going to do tonight?” she said. “You know, to get over her?”
“I don’t know… rewatch The Office and drink my good mezcal?”
“Lame.” She took out her phone. “You should come to the bar with me and Bodhi. We’re playing pool with a couple of guys we met on Tinder. We need someone to keep us from cheating.”
“You’re on Tinder?”
She shrugged. “It passes the time.”
“I thought you weren’t looking for a relationship.” At least, that what she was saying to Leia when he overheard them in the break room last month. Not that he cared or anything.
She gave him a look. “I’m not. That’s why I’m on Tinder.”
He grunted. “Any luck?” Again, not that he cared– he was just curious.
“Some.” She picked up her binoculars again.
Cassian frowned. That was kind of vague, but he didn’t feel like he could press for details without being weird. Her dating life was none of his business. “Fine, I’ll come.”
“Really?” She flashed a wolfish grin. “Awesome. Be at the Falcon by 6. Your first drink is on me.”
–
Cassian didn’t quite manage to extract himself from his stack of paperwork until 6:30, but Jyn still bought his first drink, while Bodhi was taking his shot in their game of pool.
Beer in hand, Cassian leaned against the wall and people-watched. He quickly figured out whose Tinder date was whose– Bodhi was already a couple drinks in and and not-so-subtly flirting with the blonde surfer-dude wearing ripped jeans and a hemp bracelet, and the taller guy in a leather jacket and combat boots kept sneaking looks at Jyn’s ass.
Well, “sneaking” was a strong word– Jyn clearly noticed and was giving him every opportunity. She didn’t have to lean that far over the pool table.
When she finished, Jyn gave him a look and leaned up against the wall next to him.
“I can see you judging,” she sang, too close to his ear, her breath hot on his shoulder.
“I’m not judging,” he said. “It’s just been a while. I didn’t realize this is what flirting looked like nowadays.” To anyone else, he wouldn’t have put it like that, but he and Jyn could say that kind of thing to each other.
She laughed. “Prude. You need to get back in the game.”
“And how should I do that?”
“Download Tinder!” Her hand darted into his pocket and he nearly jumped out of his skin, then she came away with his phone and he was too stunned to do anything but watch as she pulled up the app store and downloaded it.
“Jyn…”
“You don’t have to do anything,” she said. “It’s just to show you there’s lots more out there. Options, you know? For when you’re ready. What’s your age preference? 25-35? 21-40?”
She snickered and he took the phone back. “Very funny.”
She leaned over his shoulder and watched as he set his preferences. “Mmmm, 27-36. Classy.”
“I’m not interested in dating college students, Jyn.”
She shrugged. “I don’t judge, as long as it’s consensual.”
“Don’t you have a game to pay attention to? And a date?”
“‘Date.’“ She held up air quotes. “He keeps calling me Erso. Like I’m a bro or something.”
“He’s trying to check you out again.”
She laughed and angled her hips to give her date a better view. “Eh, he seems lonely. Who am I to deprive him?”
“So are you going to go home with him?”
She frowned. “Of course not. Sheesh, I’m just having a little fun.”
She pushed off the wall and rejoined the game, and Cassian knew he’d said the wrong thing.
He shook his head and re-focused on his phone, completing his Tinder profile and choosing a vaguely flattering picture from his camera roll.
Then, because he was curious, he started swiping. More people out there, he thought. More people out there. Maybe Jyn was right, and this would help him get over Maria.
Then the fourth picture came up and he nearly dropped his phone. What? How did I get Jyn?
He stared at it for a minute– it was a good photo, of her in a tank top and smiling at the camera, the leafy green of the mid-summer Appalachian trail visible behind her. The sunlight was hitting her hair just right, and the trees brought out the green in her eyes.
He shook his head, then swiped left. This is why online dating didn’t make any sense. Of course, Jyn was his preferred gender and age, and (according to the app’s GPS), extremely physically close, but they were just friends. It wouldn’t be right to hit on her in any context, especially through a dating app.
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