Cloud was a worker at a very famous, expensive restaurant located in Midgar. The restaurant's owners were a couple who... had been there for years; it was an inherited restaurant.

Cloud was the one who arranged plates, glasses, and cups, and cleaned them, even though he was a new manager, and your mother, who was the restaurant's boss, had warned him, because he would surely ask where everything went sometimes.

You didn't want to dedicate yourself to the restaurant, and you almost never went to work there; you just went sometimes because you needed money for your medical school.

Many times you worked as a waitress, although other times your mother told you to go to the pastry shop or the kitchen to help out.

Today was the weekend, which meant having to work. You were paid about 150 gil for each day you went, enough to pay for your studies. You were a responsible girl, after all, and you preferred to spend your own money over your parents', even if they were rich.

When you first arrived, you tried to hide the fact that you were the daughter of the couple who owned the restaurant, though evidently that secret didn't last long; rumors spread like wildfire.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you put on your waitress uniform and went about cleaning up, carrying plates to Cloud and another person in charge, and more.

"Hey," Cloud spoke as you placed a plate on the metal surface. "What's your name?" he asked, his expression blank as he looked you up and down. It was obvious that, being new, he had no idea who you were, but that was a good thing.

"She's the bosses' daughter. Don't make her mad, rookie." the other worker said, letting a laugh escape his mouth as he placed glasses in the glass-cleaning machine.

Cloud raised an eyebrow and looked down at you.