[Tifa is busy admiring the polished table when she hears the door click, and she knows that it must be him. So, quickly, she moves to start wiping down the table as he steps inside, and she spins to glance over her shoulder with a feigned look of surprise on her face.]
Oh, sorry. We're closed.
[But there's a recognizable and very obvious glint in her eyes, that affection immediately shimmering in the reds under the soft yellow lights.]
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Oh, sorry. We're closed.
[But there's a recognizable and very obvious glint in her eyes, that affection immediately shimmering in the reds under the soft yellow lights.]