Having said goodbye to Remy, Meche paused to think about where to go next. Lunch was the obvious decision, and looking at all the cookbooks had made her hungry anyway. She was pretty sure she remembered a restaurant on the next side street over ("Twin Pines," the coupon said); hopefully it had something a little healthier than burgers. She steeled
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Just as he was about to head off back in that direction, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tifa was holding onto him in a way that was more than just a friendly tap, and Zack slowly turned to meet her eyes. Unfortunately, she'd already looked away, and he could tell that she was probably fighting with some sort of guilt. He frowned, uncertain as to why she should feel that way when she'd had nothing to do with what had happened to him.
She clearly knew all about it, though. And how couldn't she, when she'd apparently been part of the offensive against Sephiroth's return? Clenching his jaw, he waited until it looked like she was ready to keep moving, and then silently coaxed her along with him in the direction of the restaurant. Zack didn't know a whole lot about Tifa, but he figured that she'd rather they talk about this once they had some food in them.
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