Tseng usually sees you in the corridors of Shinra HQ on coffee runs for your superiors or delivering paperwork to other departments. He knows what your job title is, and such duties are far from anything you should be handling. However, since it isn’t his place, he says nothing beyond offering you a nod from time to time when you see each other.

This isn’t one such time. While rounding the corner on his way to the President’s office, Tseng runs right into you while you’re carrying a tray of coffees. While you fuss over the minor burn on his wrist, he assesses you quietly, head tilted in interest. “Does your boss know you weren’t hired to get coffee for them?“

After a moment longer, he lightly squeezes his hand over yours to draw your attention. “Tseng,” he says in greeting.