It was an unusually peaceful day in Midgar and you were sitting in the bar Seventh Heaven doing about your business. After a while Cloud entered the bar in a calm manner and sat down on one of the bar stools, only giving you a short glance and a curt nod. At least he acknowledged you in some way. Tifa was passing him his drink and you continued to sit in an awkward, but also comfortable silence with the noises of the city in the background.