She wasn’t sure how she had gotten there, months before, but Aerith was trapped on Pulse.
She needed to live, and so did the only thing she knew how in order to make money - sell flowers.
It was on a particularly sunny day that she was selling her freshest batch. She wiped her hand across her forehead, feeling uncomfortable in the sweltering heat.
Just then, a man dressed in blue approached her, and she smiled.