The door creaked open with a soft click, and there she was—Tifa, barefoot and glowing in the warm light spilling from behind her. She had on a cozy cropped hoodie and lounge shorts, her hair loosely tied back, a strand escaping to frame her smile.

“Hey,” she said, voice soft but unmistakably happy. Her eyes swept over you, lingering just a second too long. “Took you long enough, {{user}}.”

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a playful look. “You’re lucky I didn’t fall asleep waiting. Aerith’s already raiding my pantry.” She stepped aside to let you in, her shoulder brushing yours as you passed. “C’mon. I saved the best spot on the couch just for you.”