[She spotted the way his eyes skirted over the edges of her lips, and being under that gaze makes her tense up, and there's a sudden lump in her throat that catches her breath before it can leave her as he sets the piece of pretzel between her lips, her own gaze coming to rest on his when he bites down on the other end of the—
Wait. Why is he biting down on the other end of the pretzel!?
The woman's instructions finally register in Tifa's head the moment she's pulled out of that daze, and her eyes dart up to meet Eustace's, suddenly feeling vulnerable with him so nearby. Sure, she'd been holding his hand and walking unusually close for someone who wasn't sure what to call them, but that was just something she did naturally. Right? It's not as if it was the first time, she'd dragged him by the hand somewhere?
Or maybe it was.
Regardless, she's stuck, and knowing him... Knowing what that intensity in his eyes means...
If she tried to run away from him again, what would happen?
Tifa takes a moment to clear her thoughts—or try to, it's a wasted endeavor with the way her heart is hammering inside her chest now, or how the puffs of hot breath forming between them make that quickening so much more obvious—before she closes her eyes and takes the smallest, tiniest nibble of the pretzel on her end.
"Oh, come on!" The woman protests from beside them, and Tifa shoots daggers through her stare at her.
Just... give her a minute! This all happened so fast!]
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Wait. Why is he biting down on the other end of the pretzel!?
The woman's instructions finally register in Tifa's head the moment she's pulled out of that daze, and her eyes dart up to meet Eustace's, suddenly feeling vulnerable with him so nearby. Sure, she'd been holding his hand and walking unusually close for someone who wasn't sure what to call them, but that was just something she did naturally. Right? It's not as if it was the first time, she'd dragged him by the hand somewhere?
Or maybe it was.
Regardless, she's stuck, and knowing him... Knowing what that intensity in his eyes means...
If she tried to run away from him again, what would happen?
Tifa takes a moment to clear her thoughts—or try to, it's a wasted endeavor with the way her heart is hammering inside her chest now, or how the puffs of hot breath forming between them make that quickening so much more obvious—before she closes her eyes and takes the smallest, tiniest nibble of the pretzel on her end.
"Oh, come on!" The woman protests from beside them, and Tifa shoots daggers through her stare at her.
Just... give her a minute! This all happened so fast!]