❝ When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. ❞ from aerith
— [ wednesday sentence starters ]
Spending time with Aerith was always the best part of any day. Any week. Any month, really. To be around her was like a balm to soothe the scalding burns of SOLDIER life, and it almost made him feel normal - and normal was best, right? She'd said it, after all.
Today as he walked with her, hand in hand, through the Sector 5 Slums, the sound of music catches both of their ears. While he didn't need her insistence to tell him to chase after it, the way she tugs on his arm and leads the pair of them to its source was enough to put a big, stupid smile on his face. When they arrive, it's to a space apparently cleared out for a small band to work in, makeshift instruments and their cases laid out on the floor to catch gil from passersby who liked the tunes.
These weren't uncommon in the city at all, but this was the first time he'd ever had the time to really stand and listen to one. Not that he's standing for long, because as the beat picks up, a guitarist beating his feet against the side of an empty suitcase for percussion, Aerith's grabbing him by both gloved hands and pulling him out into the center of the small gathering and saying, "When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer!"
Zack didn't know how to dance. Like, at all. It was just something they didn't teach you in SOLDIER school, it was something he never did back in Gongaga - and here he was, being yanked into it by his girlfriend, and the first thought he has isn't to run away, it's 'Oh god, I have to be careful or I'm gonna crush her toes under my boots!'
"Okay, okay," He laughs, trying to match her movements but to little avail, "but -- but you have to lead! And I don't know any dance moves either. If I embarrass us in front of everyone, you can't get mad at me!"
