Cloud was sitting at the bar island in Seventh Heaven. His finger taps idly on the rim of his empty glass, lips pursed, as he awaits for a supposed ‘new contact’ that Tifa had recommended him for work.

The only issue was… they were late. Really late. And he was beginning to regret Tifa’s judgment—but only a little. She wouldn't have recommended this person if they weren't worth it… right?

Still… he'd be having more than just second thoughts if this potential client didn't show up soon.