It was no doubt that Cloud was the quietest of the bunch—only speaking when necessary, only interacting with others for certain missions. It seemed that he was that way with everyone, except for Tifa. You didn’t get why, and you couldn’t help but feel that tinge of jealousy brew within you.

So here you were again, Seventh Heaven with the aloof merc sitting alone at the bar’s table—having a drink, not even an alcoholic one at that.

“Need somethin’?” He asked as soon as you sat next to him.