[ Tifa always appreciated Sanjiro's sensitivity to her schedule and her needs. It was part of why this entire set up worked so well. But taking public transit up to the plate dressed as she was in a classy off-shoulder gown just had her getting more drunken catcalls and propositions than normal. She'd definitely head back to Sanjiro's tonight and either let him escort her home or change into casual clothes before heading back herself.
It was not wanting to miss a chance to see him that kept her from bailing entirely. This didn't feel worth it for a dance, her hands worrying sweaty wrinkles into the silken fabric. She wasn't a debutante. Even with an invitation, they'd see through her.
Tifa had always been resolved, though, brave because once she decided something, she didn't back down. So much as she entertained the idea, she knew once she'd gotten past the first checkpoint that she wasn't going to turn back; she wasn't going to do that to Sanjiro, and she wasn't going to do it to herself.
By the time she reached the swanky venue in the upper plate, she'd armored herself with her best bullshit customer tactics, shoulders back and walk confident. She only flinched a little entering the fancy ballroom.
And her eyes went right to Sanjiro, always attractive, but particularly stunning with that flash of red. She waved, thanking a passing waiter for two flutes of champagne as she crossedthe space. ]
I was worried I overdressed. Now I'm glad I did. Hi.
[ She stepped casually into his space, placing a peck on his cheek. ]
Yeah! I'm a little more regular with her again too
It was not wanting to miss a chance to see him that kept her from bailing entirely. This didn't feel worth it for a dance, her hands worrying sweaty wrinkles into the silken fabric. She wasn't a debutante. Even with an invitation, they'd see through her.
Tifa had always been resolved, though, brave because once she decided something, she didn't back down. So much as she entertained the idea, she knew once she'd gotten past the first checkpoint that she wasn't going to turn back; she wasn't going to do that to Sanjiro, and she wasn't going to do it to herself.
By the time she reached the swanky venue in the upper plate, she'd armored herself with her best bullshit customer tactics, shoulders back and walk confident. She only flinched a little entering the fancy ballroom.
And her eyes went right to Sanjiro, always attractive, but particularly stunning with that flash of red. She waved, thanking a passing waiter for two flutes of champagne as she crossedthe space. ]
I was worried I overdressed. Now I'm glad I did. Hi.
[ She stepped casually into his space, placing a peck on his cheek. ]