The taxi driver was happily humming to himself as the blue cab forced its way through the crowded streets of Deling City. The warm summer night had called many love-struck couples to relax in the tiny cafes or nearby parks.
Quistis sat on the back seat, her hands nervously playing with her long bright red hair, which was reflecting the pale moonlight. There was a buzzing serenity in the air, which Quistis couldn't help but recognize. She definitely had had other plans with this special Valentine's night than wasting time in a cigarette reeking cab. Softly she flattened her short black dress. The way it was draped on her back one could see her perfect, almost too skinny figure underneath. She never had much chest, but as she now faced the rearview mirror it was obvious that her whole body was tensely provoked in awaiting temptation.
With a sigh Quistis stared back out of the window. This was a perfect night and as a highlight she'd been able to get a few days off work to go back home. "Home", she thought, "after all these years the coast of the winter isle has finally become my home." Even long after Balamb Garden had found its last settlement on that dreadful, barren piece of earth she had hated this place with every fiber of her being. Now the plain thought of the familiar silhouette made her smile. Well- maybe it was more the idea of a certain blond male that called for her unusual divulge of emotion.
While the cab driver pulled her small luggage on board Quistis hesitated in front of the small shuttle vessel, which was peacefully hovering in the dock. The moon was reflected in the black sea and as she stared in the sky Quistis was sure the bright stars right next to her formed a large male pleasure accessory. With a shriek of disbelief her face turned red. "Obviously", she thought," I need this break more than ever." Fortunately the vessel's only occupants were some tired travelers, who didn't spend much attention to the stumbling redhead. Clearly feeling relieved Quistis managed to hide in the shadows without muttering any revealing moans.
As soon as they arrived at the huge enlightened harbor of the winter isle, Quistis could make out the blonde's tall figure, hands buried in the pants of his tight black leather pants. Although Seifer had just recently taken of the habit of wearing such clothes, Quistis appreciated it just for very selfish reasons.