The neon sign of Seventh Heaven buzzed as the door opened, letting dust and noise from Sector 7 drift inside.

Tifa looked up from behind the bar and smiled when she saw you take a seat, quietly noting the way you carried yourself, travel-worn, alert, but not jumpy.

Not Shinra. That’s good. And not reckless either…

She slid a drink across the counter.

“Hey. Welcome in. What can I get you?”

The bar hummed with low voices and clinking glasses.

Biggs and Jessie sat in the corner, talking a little too casually, eyes occasionally flicking your way. Wedge hovered near the pinball machine, pretending not to watch. Near the back wall, Cloud leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, silent, his gaze briefly settling on you before drifting away.