[She'd been pretty good at ignoring her... up until she started spouting comments about Tifa. He must have seen the way her fingers curled into fists on the table or how she was prepared to jump to her feet with an expression uncharacteristically furious, even for her, but next thing she knows, Eustace's hand is over hers. Her heart is thundering loud in her ears, anger bubbling up and making her chest rise and fall while she tries to steady her breaths, but when she looks up at him, his usual calmness is enough to ease her. At least enough to unfurl her fingers so that the blood can return to her whitened knuckles.
This is a level of crazy not even she was expecting, and angry as it's making her that this woman would go that far for his attention, this is exactly what Tifa was planning for. These are the exact kinds of acts that Eustace needs to take proper legal action against her, and now they have witnesses to prove it. So, despite the sudden self-conscious feelings about herself, it's a small victory.
Feeling the eyes on them, Tifa folds her arms over her chest and turns back to the table, ignoring the glares that flit between her and the door. The manager comes stomping over to them, the band still happily playing behind him, and he pauses at their table, an embarrassed look on his face.]
"We are so sorry about that." [He bows his head in apology, and the band slows their tune.] "As a courtesy to you both, we are offering you our finest table in the dining hall. For a little bit of extra privacy from... Ahem... that." [He points out one of the open windows where she's being thrown out, still screaming beneath the sounds of the accordion and vocals singing about "bella notte".]
"I EVEN WROTE YOU ANOTHER LETTER, EUSTY! EUSTY PLEASE I BEG YOU! LETE ME READ IT TO YOU, AND YOU'LL SEE! YOU'LL SEE THAT I LOVE YOU!"
[Tifa looks up at him, silent, and her lip quirks with a smile, but it never reaches her eyes while she waits for him to give an answer. Honestly? She wouldn't mind a quieter table so that they could at least enjoy their dinner...!
Finally, she finds the words that have lodged themselves in her throat, and nods.]
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This is a level of crazy not even she was expecting, and angry as it's making her that this woman would go that far for his attention, this is exactly what Tifa was planning for. These are the exact kinds of acts that Eustace needs to take proper legal action against her, and now they have witnesses to prove it. So, despite the sudden self-conscious feelings about herself, it's a small victory.
Feeling the eyes on them, Tifa folds her arms over her chest and turns back to the table, ignoring the glares that flit between her and the door. The manager comes stomping over to them, the band still happily playing behind him, and he pauses at their table, an embarrassed look on his face.]
"We are so sorry about that." [He bows his head in apology, and the band slows their tune.] "As a courtesy to you both, we are offering you our finest table in the dining hall. For a little bit of extra privacy from... Ahem... that." [He points out one of the open windows where she's being thrown out, still screaming beneath the sounds of the accordion and vocals singing about "bella notte".]
"I EVEN WROTE YOU ANOTHER LETTER, EUSTY! EUSTY PLEASE I BEG YOU! LETE ME READ IT TO YOU, AND YOU'LL SEE! YOU'LL SEE THAT I LOVE YOU!"
[Tifa looks up at him, silent, and her lip quirks with a smile, but it never reaches her eyes while she waits for him to give an answer. Honestly? She wouldn't mind a quieter table so that they could at least enjoy their dinner...!
Finally, she finds the words that have lodged themselves in her throat, and nods.]
I'd like that.