After only one date, Elena already decided she’d marry you. Sure, you were both girls and Midgar hadn’t exactly made it legal yet, but she was down to find a way. It was that simple. Of course, you had to go and make it not simple, and before date number three could even happen, you were already distancing yourself from her and pretending that every guy in the bar who showed interest in you was the one.

Elena eyes you wearily as you flirt with guy number five at the bar in Junon. She’d come there with her fellow Turks but couldn’t even enjoy the festivities because you were unexpectedly also there, and now she was stuck witnessing you trying to show her you didn’t need her.

“Know what? Forget this,” Elena mutters darkly to herself before standing up and abruptly walking up to you. She grabs your wrist and promptly marches you both out of the bar and into the chilly nighttime air despite your protests. No way was she leaving without you.