[The waiter buys the entire thing, but that warm smile and soft, sweet voice? Not to mention that tender gaze? It's a bit too much, even for Tifa, who had been all in for playing it up for the sake of the plan. She tries not to visibly wince, although she does feel a warmth creeping into her cheeks again that she forces herself to smile to, returning that tender gaze with her own.
And then she reaches across the table and run her fingers along his hand.]
Oh, honey. Stop being so sweet.
[Seriously. Stop it.]
"I see."
[The waiter smirks, and peers over his shoulder at a fellow co-worker with a smile, and Tifa only raises her brows at him. He'll await Eustace's choice of wine and whenever he decides, he'll jot it down, lips turning upward still.]
"Alright, we will be right out with your order."
[The moment he's gone, Tifa clears her throat and clumsily readjusts her chair, the air between them falling oddly silent despite all the background noise.]
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And then she reaches across the table and run her fingers along his hand.]
Oh, honey. Stop being so sweet.
[Seriously. Stop it.]
"I see."
[The waiter smirks, and peers over his shoulder at a fellow co-worker with a smile, and Tifa only raises her brows at him. He'll await Eustace's choice of wine and whenever he decides, he'll jot it down, lips turning upward still.]
"Alright, we will be right out with your order."
[The moment he's gone, Tifa clears her throat and clumsily readjusts her chair, the air between them falling oddly silent despite all the background noise.]
... Nice save.