[More long pauses as Tifa's finger now runs along the top of her glass, and she listens to the gentle sound that it makes. She can feel his stare on her still, and when she peeks up at him finally, she feels the colour immediately rise up into her face.]
Hm...
[It's only a hum as she sets her glass down on the table next to the bottle, and she shuffles, turning her back to him so that she can rummage through the drawer instead. It's something kept at the bottom that she has to shuffle around for, and when she finally faces him again, it's with a wrapped box in her hands, small enough that it fits easily into both her palms.
... Oddly enough, he will likely notice that it has wrinkles and stains all across the fine, beautifully decorated paper, like something had spilled over it. Coffee and orange juice, perhaps?
She doesn't hand it over to him just yet, though, and instead, holds it close to her chest.]
I meant to give this to you on your birthday, but... couldn't.
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Hm...
[It's only a hum as she sets her glass down on the table next to the bottle, and she shuffles, turning her back to him so that she can rummage through the drawer instead. It's something kept at the bottom that she has to shuffle around for, and when she finally faces him again, it's with a wrapped box in her hands, small enough that it fits easily into both her palms.
... Oddly enough, he will likely notice that it has wrinkles and stains all across the fine, beautifully decorated paper, like something had spilled over it. Coffee and orange juice, perhaps?
She doesn't hand it over to him just yet, though, and instead, holds it close to her chest.]
I meant to give this to you on your birthday, but... couldn't.