Gels
Why that rotten, good-for-nothing brother of mine! Krista muttered to herself. It's bad enough he sticks his head in magic books all day and won't help with the farm, but now, when monsters attack, he claims to not be strong enough and has to send his little sister out to the capital to buy gels.
She hurried through the gates into Meltokio, straw blonde hair trying to escape the hastily-tied bandana. The city streets were crowded, and Krista had to jostle her way to the item shop. Once inside, there was only one other customer, a blessedly short line.
"Next" the shopkeeper called.
"I'd like two pineapple gels and a magic lens, please" Krista told him. She fished out the leather pouch with her family's savings.
He reached behind the counter and brought out two yellow vials. "That'll be 35 gald. The magic lenses are in the back." He looked at her expectantly, so she counted out the coins. It made the bag noticeably lighter. Why couldn't Jonathan fight without these things?
The shopkeeper took Krista's money and headed to the back of the shop. She put one of the gels in her rucksack and was reaching for the second when she heard a bell tingle to announce the arrival of another customer.
Krista recognized him immediately. Long red hair, a pink vest, and soft white pants: Zelos Wilder. Now he's a fighter and a mage. Good-looking, rich, and muscular, too, everything a girl could want. Except that he's the Chosen, so he'll never even look at me.
"Hello, hunny," Zelos said, walking towards the counter, "how are you doing today?"
"Oh, Chosen" Krista blushed. Shocked, she pressed the remaining pineapple gel into Zelos' hands and sprinted past him to the anonymity of the streets.