The morning air gave Aerith a chill, she would have worn more layers if that was an affordable option. She couldn’t really complain though when none of her clothes had holes in them and she did own a nice red jacket. Still, it was difficult not to notice the city girls with their undershirts, cardigans, cute scarves, all those sweet little extras that were as much for decoration as for function. The sum total of her own outfit must have been less than a single piece of some of the clothes that they were wearing.
That didn’t get her down though. No, it made her more determined. She had to start running a business! Or well, more than a cheap flower cart. And so, she walked to an apartment block that was more in the central district of the citadel and she knocked on the one door that could give her a fighting chance. She only hoped that Ignis was actually in this weekend.
-- Aerith was in luck that morning, for Ignis was indeed still in his apartment. Late starts had long become foreign to him - as such, the knock was acknowledged with a quick “Hold on a moment!”, the door being tugged open within the space of but several moments. Despite the early hour, he was already dressed and ready for the day, though still held a cup of coffee in one hand.
Ignis’s curiosity melted into a warm smile at the sight of Aerith, and he stepped aside. “Here, you must be freezing in this weather! Come in and have a cup ; I’ve not long put the kettle on, and I have some fresh bread you’re welcome to share. I certainly won’t be capable of finishing it without aid.”
