WHO: Red X and Yuffie
WHAT: A discussion of occupation, and perhaps other things
WHERE: A coffee shop down the street from Tifa's bar
WHEN: 8:10 pm, Saturday Night
Not, of course, that he hadn't checked out the place Friday morning-- had to get breakfast anyway and he wasn't really feeling like cooking-- or, for that matter, that he hadn't scouted it at other various times.
The one thing that irked him more than anything about his civilian identity was how meticulous he had to be to protect it. He loved daring and danger. It's why he did what he did. But... he needed to be safe. He couldn't let them find him.
So, when he walked in, dressed in his street clothes-- black jeans, red T-shirt, black, long-sleeved undershit-- he was at ease with the place. Spotting the girl, Yuffie, she said her name was, he moved towards her table with a friendly smile, hands hanging loosely at his sides, the only unusual detail of his attire being the crimson X on his steel belt-buckle.
"Hey. Yuffie, right? Sorry I'm late. You weren't waiting long, I hope?"