[That answer takes her by surprise, and for a moment, all Tifa can do is stare at him, her eyes holding his, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly...
Before she throws her arm around his shoulder and kisses him fully on the lips. Pieces of her sandwich fall out from between the bread slices and onto the blanket, but she doesn't mind so much as she leans into him, her weight pressing close, a smile on her own lips as she seeks out his.
And only when she parts with a shy laugh does she whisper.]
Sorry. That might be one of the sweetest things anyone's said to me.
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Before she throws her arm around his shoulder and kisses him fully on the lips. Pieces of her sandwich fall out from between the bread slices and onto the blanket, but she doesn't mind so much as she leans into him, her weight pressing close, a smile on her own lips as she seeks out his.
And only when she parts with a shy laugh does she whisper.]
Sorry. That might be one of the sweetest things anyone's said to me.