"We-ell..." With a little effort, she makes it into a two-syllable word. "I think you could say that. I'm not half as busy here as I would be at home."
It's smiling honesty, though, and behind the bar she automatically reaches for a clean glass and gets to work.
He waits until he sees that her shift is at an end before approaching. There is no need for Tifa to serve him anything at any time; he can do for himself and he refuses to take advantage of their friendship, even though tending and serving is her job. He doesn't need anything, really: he rarely eats or drinks any more.
Not since Lucrecia disappeared.
But when he sees the specials on the board disappear, he moves up to the bar.
"Tifa." With a nod and a flash of armor, he makes himself known. "Are you done with your shift?"
"You have good timing." Leaning against the bar, she smiles at him. "Or were you waiting for the right moment?"
That she doesn't doubt. He often seems to want not to impose on her, but she's not sure he fully realizes he's never imposing on her. Bartending is her job and she enjoys it, and keeping him company is something she's all too happy to do.
"Let's see. Timing or finding the right moment. One would think they're one and the same, wouldn't one."
It's a joke. He's getting better at making them. "I thought you might want dinner. Or if not, that you might be interested in a walk together. Your choice, if... either sounds like a good idea." The words come out quickly because... well... if he slows down, he'll talk himself out of asking.
They're just friends, but somewhere along the line he lost the ability to be casual. It's something he's working very hard at trying to regain, no matter how much of a contradiction that seems.
That's very sweet of him, and closing her eyes for a moment, she smiles. Vincent's her link to home, her closest friend here. What it means to her when he makes the effort to socialize with her like this -- and she does think it's an effort he's making even now -- is something she'll never forget.
"Would you mind terribly if we do both?"
She hasn't eaten yet, and she knows a walk will always do her good.
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"You are okay?"
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Weeks and weeks, but there's still something very familiar about Laura and the way she talks.
"I'm okay," she answers with a nod. "What about you, Laura? Can I get you anything?"
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X studies the specials for a moment. Then two.
Then--
"I would like a root beer float. Please."
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It's smiling honesty, though, and behind the bar she automatically reaches for a clean glass and gets to work.
"You've been keeping busy yourself?"
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Not since Lucrecia disappeared.
But when he sees the specials on the board disappear, he moves up to the bar.
"Tifa." With a nod and a flash of armor, he makes himself known. "Are you done with your shift?"
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"You have good timing." Leaning against the bar, she smiles at him. "Or were you waiting for the right moment?"
That she doesn't doubt. He often seems to want not to impose on her, but she's not sure he fully realizes he's never imposing on her. Bartending is her job and she enjoys it, and keeping him company is something she's all too happy to do.
He's her friend.
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It's a joke. He's getting better at making them. "I thought you might want dinner. Or if not, that you might be interested in a walk together. Your choice, if... either sounds like a good idea." The words come out quickly because... well... if he slows down, he'll talk himself out of asking.
They're just friends, but somewhere along the line he lost the ability to be casual. It's something he's working very hard at trying to regain, no matter how much of a contradiction that seems.
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"Would you mind terribly if we do both?"
She hasn't eaten yet, and she knows a walk will always do her good.
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