For Speedy Speck, with hearts and lotsa apologies. ._.

Anyways, here's something with a very … disconnected title, typos and grammatical errors. Enjoy.

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A petite young woman with obvious traits of those of Wutai descent was skipping ahead across the road. "Tifaaa, hurry UP!" she called to her raven-haired companion. The day was fairly busy and Aerith had strategically picked a time for her newly established 'flower base' as Yuffie called it.

"W-wait up, Yuffie! Shiva, why did you made me wear these? I don't wear stilettos unless necessary," her companion replied from the obscured parking lot a level higher and emerged seconds after, looking somewhat annoyed by the loud, clacking shoes she was currently in. She had nothing against shoes or heels in general but wearing the black stilettos she loved…for the sake of matching. That was going to draw a lot of attention for sure. …On the grand opening of Aerith's new shop.

"Weeell, Aerith wanted to have something matching." Yuffie flipped a strand of her hair over and over and she was starting to regret not wearing her hairclip. Once Tifa reached Yuffie, they began walking calmly among the newcomers, looking for Aerith or just a flash of conspicuous pink around the overly-green, leaf-filled building.

"If you ask me, matching heels sounds ridiculous."

"Not really matching, but the colors are."

"…Bite me—" Tifa was facing Yuffie as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, walking…

"Uh, Tifa, watch ou—"

"— twice, Yuff—oof! Tifa bumped right to a person and almost swung to the ground rearward, losing her balance but the impact never came as a strong arm secured her in spot. In a very awkward, compromising way. Earthy brown eyes met entrancing, deep aqua. The two clashing colors bore deeply into each other; a mixture of warm and cool on both sides.

"Here I was wondering why an angel slammed onto me," he said, almost a whisper in hopes that only she could hear him. The proximity of their faces was obvious that Tifa found herself stuttering to find the right words to release her…

"Um, I–ah…"

"Oh, she turns red like a strawberry too." The man grinned with his enticing eyes shining and flaring hair swayed slightly like flickering flames.

…the right words to release her while making an effort to fight down the blush. "Le … ease." Again, it was hard to say it out loud let alone make a decent sentence out of it.

"Come again?"

"Letmegoplease," she muttered, tearing her gaze away from him and from the corner of her eyes, she could see Yuffie giving her an evil grin as she entered the shop.

"Care to repeat?" he pressed. His breath was hovering on her face as he spoke and it was making her feel butterflies thrashing in her stomach. To avoid further display of bashfulness, Tifa did what she can do best. Snap.

"For Shiva's sake, just let me go!"

"… 'kay, then." He let her go in a sudden and she landed on her butt gracelessly.

"Owie… What do you do that for?" Tifa swept her leg underneath him but he sidestepped, evading it neatly.

He raised his hands in defense. "You told me to."

"Jerk. I wonder why you're here…" she mumbled and staggered up, brushing imaginary dusts off her. After sticking her tongue out at him, she walked to her designated place with a huff.

He just ran a hair through his fiery locks before muttering, "You look familiar, y'know that, beautiful?"

He wondered why, he wondered when and how the heck did his head started to think about her. Where was it? Where had he seen her before? Sometime, somewhere he couldn't remember, that's for sure.

'I wonder why you're here…' he repeated silently. Well, can't I? He headed to the looming greenhouse where it was his rendezvous with his friends – Lifestream Fresh Flowers – the same direction she had stormed off to.