[Tifa's eyes narrow subtly at him, and she looks like she's trying to bite back the spread of her smile.]

Really? True, you haven't been here long, but I think I already know plenty about you.

[And because she knows he's going to ask and draw this out even more, she goes on to explain before he can say a word.]

You waited until it was late because you like the quiet, and don't like crowded places. Your choice of drink tells me that you're... mature. Maybe a soldier of some kind? [She starts to lean over the counter again, inching her hands closer, closer.] You're not into elaborate things... You like them simple. Clean. But... you won't turn down a bit of a treat every now and then.

[A pause, and she finally meets his gaze with round, doe eyes.]

Am I on the right track?