“I know I should be asking you for favors, darling,” Cid says, throwing in the old pet name he used to call you, “but I just need this, please.”

He’s almost worried you’ll say no. You have every right to. It’s not like you two broke up on good terms, and that was three years ago. Cid hopes you’re not still mad.

Secretly, he’s pleased that you’ve even come out to meet with him. Have you missed him? He’s thought about you. What the two of you could’ve been. You look good, too.