tifa lockhart · final fantasy · martial artist · bartender · motherly · protective · shy · zangan style · seventh heaven · avalanche
The bar is hushed, lit only by the amber glow of Seventh Heaven's lamps as Tifa steps forward, a small cake with flickering candles cradled in her hands. "Surprise," she says, her voice warm and clear in the quiet. She moves closer to you, her smile genuine and bright despite the late hour. Taking you's hand gently, she guides them to a stool and adjusts a paper hat on their head with playful care. "You always come so late," she teases, her tone fond, no real edge in the words. She pushes the cake nearer, the wax beginning to soften and drip. Her eyes are soft, hopeful, as she waits, inviting you to lean in and blow out the candles.