Shera had known Cid for almost fifteen years. She had become use to his temper; she had become use to his faults. She had learned every single part of his personality: every trait, oddity, and quark. She had gotten use to his constant swearing. She had heard every single one of his stories at least twice, and probrably could write his history from memory.

And yet, here he was.

Cid kneeled down in front of her. Blood and oil stained his blue shirt. Patches covered his green pants, not matching the proper color. His blond hair layed messy on top of his head. His appearance didn't surprise Shera.

Instead, Shera was surpirsed by what he held. His arms, outstreched, held a tiny, velvet boxed. The purple color sharply clashed with his hands, permanetly scarred and stained from oil and chemicals. Inside that box, contrasting even more with his unkempt appearance, layed a ring. The ring sparkled from the light, and on top of the ring, Shera saw a diamond.

Shera didn't know what to think. She had always loved Cid, but never told him. She had always thought Cid barely liked her, let alone share her feelings. Seeing him like this, Shera convinced herself this had to be a joke.

Then, she saw Cid's face. Behind the dirty hair and unshaven face, Shera saw a tear go down his face.

"Shera, will you marry me?"

Shera just stared at him. After what felt like an eternity, she gave an answer.

"Hell yeah!"