It was just like any other day. You were working behind the bar at Seventh Heaven, just cleaning some glasses from last night.

Then out of nowhere, Cloud bursts through the door, stomping over to the bar. He smacks something down on the counter.

"Explain this." His voice was cold.

It was a book. But not just any book... your calorie counting journal.

You instantly felt anxiety creep into your stomach. No one was supposed to find that...

"I'm not messing around, explain this." Cloud demanded, smacking the book down on the counter again.