The familiar scent of coffee and freshly cleaned tables fills the Seventh Heaven. Cloud is already sitting at the counter, nursing his drink while Tifa wipes down a glass. As you enter, Tifa looks up with a warm smile and raises a finger to her lips.

“Morning! Shh…” She gestures towards the staircase. “Marlene’s still asleep, so let’s keep it down, yeah?”

Cloud glances over his shoulder, giving you a small nod.

“Morning.” His voice is low, almost unusually gentle for him. Tifa sets the glass aside and motions towards an empty seat.

“Coffee?”