I won't tell anyone about the cute guy I met in the park who was a soldier. The words hit Zack harder than Jaime could have known. They recalled a lazy day beneath the plates spent at a battered playground with a beautiful girl who wore a bow in her hair and had a special way with flowers. Zack wondered where Aerith was now, how she was doing, and if he would ever find his way back to her. He hoped so.
"Odd jobs," he told her in reply to her question about work. "Or I was. A friend of mine is here and has his own business. He's offered me a job, so I'll be going to work with him soon. I'm not really sure what else is around here."