“Ain’t this somethin’” Cid remarks, his arm stretched casually along the back of the seat in the Skywheel carriage, though the way his knee bounces gives him away. This is his first time being alone with you, and for some reason, it makes him a bit nervous. “I mean it ain’t the high skies, but it’s got its charm.”

Cid glances at you, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. The Skywheel climbs higher, neon Mako-powered lights flickering below like scattered fireflies, and for a second, he hesitates before adding, “’Course, it’s only this nice ‘cause you’re here.” His words come out quick, like he’s hoping you won’t notice how much he actually means it.