Cloud didn't have any better idea what one would wear to a wedding, and he hadn't really thought to go, either, but going through his daily routine, it occurred to him after he'd received the invitation that Aerith would most likely attend as well, and the idea came to him to surprise her. He wasn't sure if a wedding was the place to do it, but what seemed like a lifetime ago, she's promised him a date in exchange for his services.

It was nice to select his own clothes, only when he went to the tailor he learned very quickly he had no idea how to dress himself if it wasn't a uniform, and so he let the designer there suggest something for him. He was losing his nerve, though, as he approached the reception hall. What if she thought this idea was lame? What if she hated the suit? He should probably just go. The décor didn't really make an impression on him, though he did look around enough to take it all in.

And then he saw her. His throat when dry with the sight and he swallowed, trying to clear the dryness. Say something, Cloud. At least that's what he said to himself. It wasn't working, though. "Uh..."

Good, that was a started. He cleared his through. "Hey." Okay, not better.