a/n: "Animo" or ánimo is Spanish for encouragement. (If my translator worked right). Belated happy holidays, guys!

Animo

Rorudesu-chan

Serah Farron wasn't one to look at the glass half-empty. So Serah eventually found part-time work singing at a café by the beach. The pay wasn't big, but it was enough to get her started on her newly-single life.

Contrary to popular belief, divorce actually offered her a lot of good things. She called them opportunities, instead of chores. Settlements, instead of troublesome paperwork. Curiosity, instead of controversy. Friends, instead of suitors.

"Thanks for the flowers," she said.

"How do you know it was from me?"

She flicked open a small paper attached to the stem of a pink rose. "The card says, 'You were amazing tonight. See you after the show.'"

"It could be anybody."

"There's more. It also said, 'Love, Noel.'"

"Ah! So it is from me!"

"You love me?" She chuckled. The last one who did, didn't love her enough.

"Why not?"

"We talked about this, Noel. I told you, I can't be in anything right now."

"Oh you know. It's just a little something for you to think about."

"Okay." She took in the scent of the roses in her hands. "Done!"

"Already? Alright. So?"

She shook her head.

"No?"

"No," she replied. "The answer's still no."

"Well in that case," he leaned close. "Good night, Serah."

He was leaning very close that he was tempting—no, no, encouraging her for a kiss.

Encouragement, not temptation.

Just another thing that divorce offered her apparently.