[Tifa lifts her head to look at him, and her face is beet red by the time their eyes meet.]
I... don't know. [Her giggle is a bit fuzzy, like the rum has shot straight to her head.] Did you really think it was going to be me chasing you instead?
[Well, this is cute of him, and the bridge of her nose crinkles ever so slightly.]
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I... don't know. [Her giggle is a bit fuzzy, like the rum has shot straight to her head.] Did you really think it was going to be me chasing you instead?
[Well, this is cute of him, and the bridge of her nose crinkles ever so slightly.]