Yuffie scrunched up her nose as she stared at her face in the mirror.
"Do you think I should grow my hair out?" She asked Aerith, who was sitting at the desk behind her, working out finances.
Aerith shook her head.
"Yeah you're right. Long hair wouldn't suit me. Not like it suits you." She crouched beside Aerith and picked up a strand of the older girl's hair in her fingers. Aerith had such beautiful hair; it was way nicer than her own. Yuffie's hair was coarse and thick and board straight, where Aerith's hair was smooth and fine.
Aerith smiled, but she wasn't really paying attention; busy with the accounts.
"Besides," Yuffie said, dropping Aerith's hair and turning away. "Long hair would be too much of a pain. I don't have the patience."
Aerith shrugged. Yuffie set her chin on the table next to her and turned to watch her. Aerith had her brow furrowed in concentration; the frown looked strange on her. She was always smiling.
That means she's hiding something.
That's what Godo would say. Anyone who smiles too much is suspicious.
"You're already beautiful." Aerith said suddenly, quietly. Yuffie raised her eyebrows at Aerith who finally turned and smiled at her.
What are you hiding?