One could say that Cara disliked Omera, but that would be inaccurate. It would be accurate to say that she hated her with a fiery, burning passion.

Why? was the question that Cara kept asked herself. Why do I hate Omera? She refused to acknowledge to honest answer.

Which was that Omera obviously liked Din.

Which was infuriating all by itself, but more infuriating the day Cara saw them in the park.

Kissing.

Cara ran back to her house as fast as she could. She went to her bookshelf and tried to pick out a good book to take her mind off things. 

She felt a tear slide down her face. Why am I crying? It's not like Din ever liked me. She thought.

She gave up on the books and grabbed her guitar. As she tuned it, a song popped into her head.

"You're on the phone-" Shoot. She'd forgotten to finish tuning it. Of course. Alright, take two.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend,
she's upset, she's going off about something that you said,
'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do...
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night,
listening to the kind of music she doesn't like,
and she'll never know your story like I do..."

Cara was so wrapped up in the song that she didn't hear the front door open, or footsteps along the hall.

But it's kind of impossible not to notice an excited Ahsoka Tano barging into your room.

"Cara! I-oh, what happened?" 

Cara tried to disguise her tears. "The...sink...backfired?" she tried. Ahsoka giggled and sat down next to her. She handed her a photo.

Of Ben and Rey kissing.

Cara laughed so hard she couldn't breath. When she could again, she blurted, "REYLO!" and went back to laughing.