She smiled as she stole a quick glance at him. Zack, her knight, erm, SOLDIER in shining armour, was trying to sell flowers for their 'Midgar Full of Flowers; Wallet Full of Money project.'

"Aw, you sure?!" The tall man whined like a child to an old man, "C'mon! It's only 1gil a flower!" The frightened man hobbled away as fast as he could. Zack hunched over as he sighed, in defeat and moped back over to Aerith.

"It's alright," Aerith chirped as she wrapped her arms around Zack, "I've already told you; It doesn't matter if we sell good or not. Nothing matters, just as long as I'm with you!"

Aerith pulled back as she felt Zack begin to tremble. Tears were streaming down his face. "What's the matter?" She stepped back, "Did I say something wrong?"

"N-no!" He sniffled as he turned around, embarassed, "It's j-just... the... the Flowers! I-I'm allergic to them!