At the base of the light pole, the gunman stood with his back to it, arms folded over his chest. Food was good, but the smile on Yuffie's face at getting away from being cooped up in the pagoda was better.
He strained his senses to check for anyone that might be close to them. But at the moment all he could hear was the sound of birds, and Yuffie's breath and heartbeat, along with his own.