Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned from Final Fantasy 7 do not belong to me, obviously. I have adopted the last name of Shinra from FF7 for my OC, Zoey. This is also my first ever fanfic, so please go easy on me. I am open to comments or suggestions though, and would appreciate them greatly.

Note: This is set six months after Shera and Vincent Valentine are married and leave Rocket Town to travel the world together. (I know this may seem like an odd couple, but that's how I see it fit.) This fic mainly revolves around Cid Highwind, and my original character, Zoey.

It was a lovely day for working on the Tiny Bronco. There was not a cloud in site, and the sun shown bright in the middle of the sky. Cid found himself alone, at first hating the silence, but enjoying it after a while. His temper seemed to go down exceedingly, though he was known to have an outburst every now and again when his plane wasn't running the exact way it should, or when some random kids ding-dong-ditched his house. (Which happens quite often since Shera went and married that vampire.) He wasn't always occupied by his planes, other times he was in town, buying more tools and parts, and especially more tea.

But today, Cid was not found out behind his house. Instead he was in town, but not for his usual reasons. He was instead observing a new mechanic, seeing what the quality of their work was. The pilot was a little thrown off by the fact that the said mechanic was a woman, not a man. He never quite saw women as exact equals. Cid saw them as fragile, though he knew they could throw a good right hook.

Cid sat outside of the shop, watching through the large garage doors as the mechanic flitted about, fixing this and that, and smoking several cigarettes in the process. So far what he observed was positive. The girl knew how to use a wrench, and she had a hell of a mouth on her. But it wasn't just the way she acted that drew the pilot to watch her. It was also her ink black hair, and the way her green eyes occasionally looked up from her work to meet his sky blue orbs. He knew she was watching him as well, but she never said a word to him. At least...she didn't say anything til today.

"Do you want me to fix your f--kin' bike or what?" The mechanic was now a few feet infront of him, one hand on her hip, and another holding a cigarette.

"My bike is fine. I only let my f--kin' hands touch this beaut," Cid added in an angry tone. He didn't like the fact that she was assuming that his motorcycle needed fixing.

"Oh and you've done a damn good job at that, haven't you?" The woman remarked sarcastically. She walked towards Cid and the bike, blowing smoke out her nose. "As a matter of fact, this peice of shit has more dings in it than an over-used hooker. Plus your exhaust is f--ked, and you need to change the oil."

Cid's eyebrows raised at her tone, he wasn't about ready to admit that she was right, and he did love a good fight. He looked at the bike again, finally noticing all the imperfections it had. He was always so fixated on his Tiny Bronco, that he didn't pay much attention to the condition of his motorcycle. "Yeah, well I could fix all that at my place for a lot f--kin' cheaper than you would charge me."

"You've got some nerve to sit outside my shop day in and day out, yet tell me that you don't need me to fix that peice of shit. I can have it looking sharp in no time, but you on the other hand would probably just change the oil and call it good." The mechanic scoffed. She took a long drag of her cigarette before blowing it in her face. "If you're that f--kin' concerned about the cost, I can lower my prices for you, just this once."

"Fine, do your best." Cid crossed his arms, a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

The woman wheeled the bike past Cid and into the shop before he could object. For the next few hours she was speeding around it, taking out every dent, and fixing any problem that she saw. She even added a brand new seat, which looked a lot more comfortable than the ripped up one Cid had before. After the mechanic was done fixing the problems, she went to work on painting it. Cid just sat back and watched, amazed at how she had read him so easily. The paint was sky blue, with clouds painted here and there, and within the sky there were a couple planes on each side of the bike. She finished up by adding Z on the very back of the bike, it being her trade-mark letter.

"Z? What the f--k does that stand for?" Cid scratched his head as he looked the bike over. He loved everything about it except for the fact that he didn't know what on earth that letter meant.

"It stands for Zoey, which is my name. I put 'Z' on all my work. Some people rarely notice it, but I see you have a damn good attention for detail....well except when it comes to the health of your bike." Again, she had a cigarette, quite warn out from the work she did on the motorcycle. She was covered from head to toe in dirt, oil, and paint, which she didn't bother to wash off.

"Oh....well how much is that going to cost me? I'm not going to pay an assload just because we didn't sign a written agreement on how much you were chargin' me for." Cid glanced at her, then went back to admiring the paint job on his motorcycle.

"....I suppose I could charge you....Dinner." Zoey said non-chalantly.

"Dinner? You're gonna make me buy you dinner? Well thats pretty cheap."

"I didn't say 'buy'. I just said dinner. You're going to make it for me. I'll be at your house at seven. It better be on the f--kin' table when I get there." Zoey had a lot of balls saying that sort of thing to Cid. It wasn't every day that he cooked, nor had he ever cooked for another person. Shera always did the meals, and he always worked on his planes.

"What the f--k! No f--kin' way am I making you dinner." Cid said, taking the cigarette from her hand and taking the biggest drag he could manage.

"Then you owe me 10,000 f--kin' Gil." Zoey snatched her cigarette from between his lips and glared. "And until I get that money, you're bike is as good as mine," She shoved him out of her shop then, and closed the garage door before he could get the chance to try and run off with his motorcycle.

"You f--kin'--- Gah! Fine I'll make you dinner, but don't go expectin' somethin' mighty fancy! I don't usually make dinners so don't blame me if it taste's like shit." Cid stormed off, knowing damn well Zoey was standing behind that garage door with a smile on her face. He knew she had won this battle, but only because she had his current transportation within his hands.

"Wait up, I didn't get your name. Plus, you can borrow my ride til your's dries. I'll bring it over tonight," Zoey called out as she jogged out of the shop.

"Cid Highwind. And where exactly is your--" He didn't get complete his sentence before he saw a jet black car, with a sleek look. It sat low to the ground, and it had a shine so beautiful that you could see the sky reflected in it. "Oh..."

"Just don't get any f--kin' scratches on it, or I'll kick your ass." Zoey tossed him the keys before turning around to walk towards the garage. "SEVEN!"

Cid raised his brow slightly, this day had been odd. He didn't bother saying anything else, because his mind was too plagued with questions. What was he going to cook tonight? Should he dress nicely, or should he just wear what he has on? He didn't know the answers. Instead of pondering any more, he got into the sleek black car, which looked like one of the latest Shinra model of cars. The pilot put the key into the ignition, closing the door as he got in. As he turned the key, he barely heard a soft purr. He assumed this sound meant it was on, but it was quite a change from the usual roar of his motorcycle, and Tiny bronco.