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Just some WAFFy drabble, while they're still doing the 'dating/not dating' thing. The way I see it, this took place right after Reno's break-up with Iris but before Cam began seeing Jud. And no, Jud isn't the mystery man in this drabble.

This is a little something-something I've had in my drabble folder for ages, I just don't know how to squeeze it into the fic itself . . . but the updates are all lined up and ready to go! I'll post more frequently this vacation. I suppose I'll be focusing more on Teh Great ShinRa War, but I'll post more stuff here too.

Cheers, and a Happy New Year!!

Reno knocked on her door, stifling a yawn. Camryn opened, smiling at him happily, "Reno! Hi! I wasn't expecting you today, hon." It was contagious, and he found himself smiling back, "Hi, sexy thing. Got back early from Junon." He kissed her forehead, and ceremoniously handed her a small but lovely white flower, with a buttery yellow center. Camryn took the delicate bloom, cooing at him, "Ooh, Reno, it's lovely, thanks!" She sniffed at it, and tucked it behind her ear. Reno nodded at the apartment, grinning, "So, let me in already, woman!" She burst out laughing, "Of course! Where are my manners? Come in, honey."

The Turk followed her into her apartment, and while Camryn shut and locked the door, he froze. His smile felt plastic in his face. All four of Camryn's good drinking glasses were full of flowers. Apparently somebody had given her a bouquet so huge, so ridiculously expensive, she'd had to split it up into four smaller bouquets, as she didn't have a vase big enough. Next to those exotic, colorful blooms, the tiny, lackluster bloom he'd just given her seemed a paltry, pathetic thing. Cam went to his side, seeing his expression. "Babe?" she quietly asked. Reno let out a mirthless, sad-sounding laugh, "And here I was, thinking I was making such a big splash with that miserable little flower I got you." She let out a breath, "It's just from an admirer at the HoneyBee, sweetie. Nothing else. It's completely meaningless. But this-" she gestured at the blossom behind her ear, "-This was a gift from someone who's very, very special to me. It means a lot more than all these flashy flowers."

Reno gave a fleeting smile, "Oh, but I know how much you like flowers. I guess . . . I guess that guy made a really good impression. You're going out with him?" Camryn sighed, "He's a big-shot businessman, Reno. He saw me at work, liked what he saw, and asked for a date. I turned him down, so he got me those." Reno arched an eyebrow, "Devious bastard." She made a face, "He liked a product, Reno, an image I'm projecting. But that's not me." Reno was cautiously hopeful, and he asked, "Are you reconsidering having turned him down?" Camryn shook her head, "Nope. I'm not interested, Reno. I told him as much, and if he thinks I'm the kind of woman who says 'No' just to have him throw money at me, then he's sadly mistaken, 'cause-" Reno smiled, "Because you'll never be a mistress for cash."

She widened her lovely violet eyes, smiling, "Exactly. See? This is why I like having you as a friend close by, 'cause you're all smart like that. You know me, the real me." Reno smiled, looking away at that vulnerable admission of hers, "Umm, so I guess I'm glad you're not gonna date that guy." Camryn smiled back, "So am I."

Reno looked as if he wanted to say something. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. Finally, he just grumbled, "Come here," and pulled Camryn into an embrace. Camryn let him, drawing her own arms around the Turk's slender waist, nuzzling his neck affectionately, thinking, "I'm just gonna wait for you to come around."

In the end, Reno's flower lasted longer than the expensive bouquet, which began to wilt that very same night. When the flower Reno had given her began to fade, Camryn dried and pressed it. Once it was fully preserved, she took a small trinket box she'd had with her since she'd been a child, a gift from one of the customers at the brothel she'd been raised in. Inside the lovely lacquer box were her treasures: a lock of Brendan's hair, taken from his first haircut; a picture of her mother, and an envelope. She took the envelope out of the box, and shook out the contents. It might have been meaningless to anyone, but held immense significance for her.

Dried flowers.

All the envelope contained were dried flowers, all of them presents from Reno, all the way to the very first one he'd ever given her, and which her own mother taught her how to preserve. That first flower was a tiny yellow dandelion, given to her on her sixth birthday. And then the others: a white daisy he'd gotten to cheer her up when she'd been made to sell herself for money; a purple sprig taken from the bouquet he'd given her when she'd given birth to Brendan; a yellow flower, similar to the one she'd only just gotten from him and which he claimed to give her 'just because'. Many little flowers, and all with a memory. She smiled at the fond memories, preserved as the flowers themselves were, and slid the newest addition into the envelope, putting the other ones in as well. She kissed the envelope, tucked it into her treasure box, and put it away.

This is, again, not in the time frame as the previous chapter, but unrelated. Hope you enjoyed it!

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