"Zack...I ah...Got you something for Christmas! I'm sorry it's a little bit late" She mumbled, a cheeky grin spread across her face.
"It’s not midnight, so you’re not late!" He answered as he approached the flower maiden. He had always loved the spirit of Christmas, the cheer that could come in the air, but he was still damn awful at giving presents. He just hoped Aerith would like the small trinket that he had gotten her.








