“Last Call”
They came in at two AM. Tifa tolerated them because they tipped well and Rude was sweet to her. Tonight Rufus had come along. Strangely, he was dressed in the Turk uniform rather than his pristine white suit. He and Reno sat at a corner table. They talked softly, leaneing into each other with devouring gazes, and it was clear that they were together even if they weren’t broadcasting it. Tifa wished it could be that way between Cloud and herself.
“Hm?” Rude had asked her a question.
“Doin’ anything this weekend?”
Tifa smiled faintly, “Not really. Why?”
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