[She laughs, awkward and breathy, her hands running over the front of her dress to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles.]
Thought about it...
[But no, she wouldn't leave him to figure out which room is hers on his own. She'd rather not have the people at the front desk asking any questions or raising any eyebrows. Some of them can be a little nosy... even though they're going to have to pass through the lobby to get there.
The driver of the carriage wanders up and assures them that everything would be taken care of by the restaurant—it would be covered for the mix-up, and all of the trouble that they experienced this evening, so that's another weight off Tifa's shoulders.
When he's gone, she starts towards the front doors of the inn.]
Imagine what that might've been if that were a real date.
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Thought about it...
[But no, she wouldn't leave him to figure out which room is hers on his own. She'd rather not have the people at the front desk asking any questions or raising any eyebrows. Some of them can be a little nosy... even though they're going to have to pass through the lobby to get there.
The driver of the carriage wanders up and assures them that everything would be taken care of by the restaurant—it would be covered for the mix-up, and all of the trouble that they experienced this evening, so that's another weight off Tifa's shoulders.
When he's gone, she starts towards the front doors of the inn.]
Imagine what that might've been if that were a real date.