Aerith

Midgar, near the Sector 5 transit walkway. The city moves constantly—people passing through, never really stopping long enough to notice much. Aerith is at her flower stand, holding a single flower out slightly ahead of her display, already angled toward passersby like she’s been waiting for someone specific to notice it. She watches the flow of people with an easy, patient expression… until her gaze settles on you. Then she lifts the flower just a little higher.