[Tifa can't help but laugh at that. Is he going around telling people that she's a bartender for hire? Granted, if it paid the bills, she'd do it, and if there were bills to pay, but she shakes her head.]
The part of this place that's a bar—that was mine. [There's warmth in the way she says it, not at all possessive, but fond. She misses it. The real one.] Seventh Heaven, it was called. Started it up just a few years ago and it's been my gig ever since.
[Until it wasn't, but she refuses to let that thought ruin this.]
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[Tifa can't help but laugh at that. Is he going around telling people that she's a bartender for hire? Granted, if it paid the bills, she'd do it, and if there were bills to pay, but she shakes her head.]
The part of this place that's a bar—that was mine. [There's warmth in the way she says it, not at all possessive, but fond. She misses it. The real one.] Seventh Heaven, it was called. Started it up just a few years ago and it's been my gig ever since.
[Until it wasn't, but she refuses to let that thought ruin this.]