[Tifa sighs, watching the man next to her rise from his seat, and can't help but feel like she was part of the reason why. Had she said something wrong...? Or did her quick frustration rub him the wrong way? Regardless, she doesn't say anything, allowing him to leave his drink behind.
But he'll hardly get a few steps away from his seat before the bartender calls after him.]
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But he'll hardly get a few steps away from his seat before the bartender calls after him.]
"You gonna pay for that?"