Something was burning.
It was the first thought that her sluggish mind could register upon awakening. The second thought was that she didn't recognize the living room she was currently lying in.
It certainly wasn't her house, but she was having a hard time remembering where she was.
"I'm making waffles!" A voice called from another room. "At least I think so, they are kinda burned now."
Pulling the blanket up she covered the smile growing across her lips. She knew where she was now, there was no mistaking that voice and the inability to cook.
"Sounds delic…"
The sentence fell away when her eyes came to rest on the small bouquet of flowers resting on the table. Sitting up, she reached out with shaking fingers and picked up the flowers. The petals were beginning to wilt from sitting out of water for too long but they were still the most beautiful flowers she had ever laid eyes on.
Lifting the blossoms to her nose, she inhaled the sweet smell of the flowers. They were rare, she knew every flower that was able to grow in Midgar and gardenias were not on the small list.
"Lovely. Secret Love. Sweet Love," she whispered to herself a few of the meanings of the flower. "Oh Zax."
The blanket fluttered to the ground as she rose, striding toward the kitchen with determined steps, flowers clutched protectively against her chest.
"Just in time, I think they are adequately blackened for consum- whoa!"
Acting quickly, he caught her as she threw herself into his arms, clutching him tightly to her.
"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her lips against his. "Thank you."