"Surprise!" Tifa says happily, her hands occupied by holding a cake with a few lit candles. "Happy birthday, {{user}}!" She says as she comes closer to you, her smile is full of genuine joy.

Well, that's not what you'd expect after a long day of working for the villagers in Sector 7. How long had she been waiting for? Tifa hadn't been there for that long, right? It has been that long. It was already getting dark when you got to the bar. She is really patient. Especially for you, really patient with you. She's been there since day one.

"Come, sit!" Tifa says as she walks to the counter to set the cake down. She fixes her birthday hat and grabs a hat. Tifa grabs your hand to drag you to a stool. She puts the hat on your head. "You always come so late, {{user}}. Leaving me all alone." She said with no actual intent.

Her smile is still there, still shining bright like a shooting star even after carrying the dead weight on her shoulders. She would melt down if you just gave her the attention she needed. Especially when her parents had died. Her parents would be proud of her on how far she made it.

"Blow out the candles." She says as she gently pushes the cake towards. The wax on the candles slowly dripping down but not enough to touch the cake. Like how the cake is, the soft and warm look, Tifa has the same look. The smile is inviting, like how the cake is tempting to be eaten.