Drabble #97: Perfection

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Aerith wasn't perfect. Her dress may complement her curves brilliantly and her hair may always be held beautifully by that little pink bow. But Cloud knew that the innocent pink look was far from the truth.

After all, she had talked him into a dress, something she seemed determined never to let him forget. She had hustled the men from the Honey Bee Inn when they flirted with her and he had quickly learned never to be rude to women while in her presence. His cheek still stung from the last offensive thing he had said that had been directed towards Yuffie.

"What are you thinking about?"

He jumped turning to look at the flower girl who had come to sit beside him. She smiled in greeting but it fell when he turned away from her. She muttered something under her breath about being antisocial before leaving him alone. He couldn't help but smirk slightly. She also had quite a temper when things built up and up. Aerith was a patient woman but, even she had her limits.

He threw a glance over his shoulder, watching as she disappeared into her tent. He knew she wasn't perfect. But he loved her anyway.