[Just sit down! Don't come near her! Stay over there, on the other side of the kitchen and as far from her as possible, because the moment he'd asked, she could feel the redness creeping up her cheeks all over again. Is it so strange that something about preparing all of this food for him feels so... nice? That it makes her happy? It really shouldn't be considering she would do it for customers all the time at Seventh Heaven, but this... is completely different.
It's in her home.
Biting back the smile, she slides the finished eggs and bacon from the pan onto a pair of plates, and will bring them to the table first, followed by two fresh cups of coffee, and some orange juice just in case he prefers that. Clover hops up onto the table to sniff at all the food, and Tifa takes a seat on the opposite side, her eyes so fixed on the plate of food that she might as well be drilling a hole right through it.]
It's nothing special, but I... hope you like it.
[Where did that even come from!? Why did she say it like that?
Quickly, she stabs the scrambled eggs with a fork and shoves a mouthful in.]
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[Just sit down! Don't come near her! Stay over there, on the other side of the kitchen and as far from her as possible, because the moment he'd asked, she could feel the redness creeping up her cheeks all over again. Is it so strange that something about preparing all of this food for him feels so... nice? That it makes her happy? It really shouldn't be considering she would do it for customers all the time at Seventh Heaven, but this... is completely different.
It's in her home.
Biting back the smile, she slides the finished eggs and bacon from the pan onto a pair of plates, and will bring them to the table first, followed by two fresh cups of coffee, and some orange juice just in case he prefers that. Clover hops up onto the table to sniff at all the food, and Tifa takes a seat on the opposite side, her eyes so fixed on the plate of food that she might as well be drilling a hole right through it.]
It's nothing special, but I... hope you like it.
[Where did that even come from!? Why did she say it like that?
Quickly, she stabs the scrambled eggs with a fork and shoves a mouthful in.]