As he crowds her against the counter, Tifa can't help but smile, and she presses a hand to his chest, playfully trying to keep him from coming any closer. Of course, she won't win if he does.]
It was my homemade tomato soup, wasn't it?
[It feels like so long ago that she had gone knocking on his door with it, but that was also the same day that she had felt the very first hints of attraction towards him. The day she realized just how handsome he is and what that meant for her... And although the circumstances and reasons behind why she brought him that soup were not ideal, it's still an important memory for her.]
Worried that someone else might fall in love with me, too?
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As he crowds her against the counter, Tifa can't help but smile, and she presses a hand to his chest, playfully trying to keep him from coming any closer. Of course, she won't win if he does.]
It was my homemade tomato soup, wasn't it?
[It feels like so long ago that she had gone knocking on his door with it, but that was also the same day that she had felt the very first hints of attraction towards him. The day she realized just how handsome he is and what that meant for her... And although the circumstances and reasons behind why she brought him that soup were not ideal, it's still an important memory for her.]
Worried that someone else might fall in love with me, too?