Tifa's eyes go wide. She's not usually prone to staring, but this woman is amazing. Tifa isn't sure she's seen someone so gorgeous and so strong. And, o-oh she's handing her flowers.
Tifa stands up a little too quickly, her own strength scooting the table with a loud scraping noise as it drags across the floor. "Ah-hi," she stammers before she catches herself. She takes a deep breath, mentally centering herself as she puts on her customer service smile, even if her face is fighting to turn red. "Lauri-Ell, right? I'm Tifa -- these are beautiful."
No one has ever gotten her flowers. Well, they've brought them to the bar, or weirdly thrust them at her on her way home, but no one has ever brought them properly for a date.
She didn't even think to bring a gift, and now she's not sure what to do with her hands. Shaking them seems weird for a date. But her customer service face is flawless, and she gestures back to the table. "Have a seat. Can I get your drink of choice?"
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Tifa stands up a little too quickly, her own strength scooting the table with a loud scraping noise as it drags across the floor. "Ah-hi," she stammers before she catches herself. She takes a deep breath, mentally centering herself as she puts on her customer service smile, even if her face is fighting to turn red. "Lauri-Ell, right? I'm Tifa -- these are beautiful."
No one has ever gotten her flowers. Well, they've brought them to the bar, or weirdly thrust them at her on her way home, but no one has ever brought them properly for a date.
She didn't even think to bring a gift, and now she's not sure what to do with her hands. Shaking them seems weird for a date. But her customer service face is flawless, and she gestures back to the table. "Have a seat. Can I get your drink of choice?"