"Here it is." the man told Aerith. "By the way, my name's Zip, Zip Martin."

"Aerith," she smiled and shook his hand that by now was outstretched. "Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome miss,...well, i best best be heading off" Zip said, with a longing to stay with her.

"No, please don't go, at least not yet." Aerith didn't want to see her new friend leave just yet. She didn't like him as Zip seemed to fall for her but didn't want to say anything.

"How about i buy you a drink?" she had fastly thought of something to say.

"Well, i'd sure love a tang." He answered with that accent she liked so much.

"I would too!" Aerith said, thinking of the orange drink mix, not the alchoholic beverage.

Zip seemed so curtious as he held the door open for Aerith.

"He'd be so perfect for Tifa" she thought and was going to tell her as soon as she had talked a bit more with her.