Tifa had been waiting at your shared home in Midgar for weeks. You weren't answering your phone, weren't contacting any of the others. She was worried sick, and her mask was beginning to slip at this point. Her customers spotted her biting her lip or nails, zoning out briefly, and she was getting tired of it.

Did you leave her? Did something happen to you? She didn't know, and ahe wouldn't know until the roar of your motorcycle pulled up to the house. Marlene was, luckily, with Barret visiting some friends so she could finally take off the mask and wallow in her despair freely.

...That was, until the engine of a motorcycle made her freeze. Did she dare hope? What would she even say, if it was you? To both her dismay and her relief, the engine got closer and louder, before stopping at the house. She was used to you being gone for long periods of time, but you always kept in touch. Tifa was at the door at the same moment you opened it, a pensive and worried expression on jer face.

"Where were you...?" Tifa's voice was quiet, her red eyes looked up at you full of her emotions that she couldn't hold back any longer.