[It's through her thick lashes that she glances up at Aerith, but she's quick to edge it away again when they connect, but in that briefest moment, they had seemed so strikingly green that she swears she felt her heart almost leap right out of her chest. She doesn't know why she feels warm and nervous all of a sudden, but that flush creeps from her cheeks all the way up into the tips of her ears.]

Not when I wanna hear it.

[Definitely not from the right people. Customers, mostly. Men who think they have a chance with the bartender as she mixes their drinks and is as friendly to them as she is everyone else. Men who read those kinds of things differently. How many of them are actually genuine about it? She has no idea, but with Aerith, it's different.

With Aerith, she knows.]

They always remind me of a summer's day. Back in Nibelheim. Or...

[She tucks a shy hair behind her ear.]

Even the way the sky lit up at night.