The shade of green complimented her, the way it sat on her skin. He noticed that, like Kyle noticed everything else about her these days. It was a different sort of attention than before, though, less calculating and more... attentive. Kyle didn't know what it meant, only that he paid close attention to what she did regardless of how it would best serve him and with just a few changes to her appearance, Freya looked worlds apart from where he'd been. Like she somehow actually walked through this world with an ease, whereas Kyle only grew more uncomfortable in it.
She still did many things that took him by surprise, but this was maybe the most surprising thing she'd done outside of reaching out to him through the Force that first day they'd met, the only other time he'd been caught so completely off guard. The invitation she extended to him probably seemed like a completely normal thing to anyone else, but as was likely no surprise to her, Kyle was still unaccustomed to the rules of socially based interactions. What they'd been doing together for the last six months, even when unscripted, still had a structure to it.
He knew how to conduct himself within the vague confines of their increasingly unconventional arrangement, even with the more recent developments of their frequent nightly visits. Somehow, this invitation to accompany her to a bookstore felt like something wildly outside their already unusual way of existing together. Intimate, in an entirely different way from the intimacy of their bond through the Force.
It felt like a bigger risk, but Kyle felt equally compelled to accept after studying her for a split second and determining for himself that she genuinely seemed to want his company. He also looked momentarily confused before he eventually nodded to her, as if he didn't expressly understand the purpose of her invitation having previously been hardwired to only suspect less than honest intentions. But there was nothing about Freya that wasn't honest, he'd learned that some time ago.
Kyle didn't have anyone in his life who he did things like go to book stores with. Was this what it meant to be her friend? Train together, fall asleep inside the Force together, and occasionally window shop? Every time Kyle thought he had her figured out, she inevitably did something else to prove that he hadn't.
"Alright," he said after a moment, allowing himself to feel the tiniest spark of relief that their time together wasn't yet over. He had nothing pressing that he had to get back to with the Resistance right away, or at least, nothing that he cared enough to hurry back for. "Lead the way?"