[She wants to yank her hand away, and he'll feel her fingers tensing, like she's about to ball them into a fist when his lips press against them, but part of the plan was to sell that the two of them had something going between them, and with the eyes of the woman (and the tables around them!? what in shiva's name—) on them, she bites down hard behind a smile.
She didn't like that cringe, and she doesn't like this one either, but... Tifa lets her gaze wander for a moment through the corners of her eyes, and in her peripherals, she can see that Eustace's admirer has risen to her feet, and should either of them look more closely, they'll see that some of the buds of roses have popped off from their stems and litter the ground.
Looks like they have her attention... so it's Tifa's turn now.]
I can see that.
[Her eyes flutter shut for a moment while she focuses on putting on her sweetest, most tender smile to throw back at him, and she reaches across the table and runs her fingers through the fringes of his hair, stopping just short of his ears before pulling back.
Two can play this game...! Although it's a difficult one, and she hopes that this was the last play because now she's sitting there, awkwardly taking a giant sip of her wine, and with the glass still at her lips, she mutters past the rim at him.]
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She didn't like that cringe, and she doesn't like this one either, but... Tifa lets her gaze wander for a moment through the corners of her eyes, and in her peripherals, she can see that Eustace's admirer has risen to her feet, and should either of them look more closely, they'll see that some of the buds of roses have popped off from their stems and litter the ground.
Looks like they have her attention... so it's Tifa's turn now.]
I can see that.
[Her eyes flutter shut for a moment while she focuses on putting on her sweetest, most tender smile to throw back at him, and she reaches across the table and runs her fingers through the fringes of his hair, stopping just short of his ears before pulling back.
Two can play this game...! Although it's a difficult one, and she hopes that this was the last play because now she's sitting there, awkwardly taking a giant sip of her wine, and with the glass still at her lips, she mutters past the rim at him.]
Looks like you got her a little worked up.