Girl: ... Thank you
The small girl took a seat at the bar while Tifa put a menu down. The hooded girl looked at the menu silently before putting it down.
Tifa: So what would you like to drink?
Girl: I would like a cup of coffee...
Tifa started to prepare the coffee while talking to the small girl.
Tifa: What your name?
Girl: ... Kitty
Tifa handed the Kitty the coffee with a smile. Kitty bowed slightly taking the coffee from Tifa.
Kitty: Thanks.
Tifa: what would you like to eat?
Kitty: 2 Eggs with bacon... Eggs over-easy.. bread rye.. bacon crispy.
Tifa: OK, Please wait here, Kitty.
Kitty nodded and watched as Tifa left. She listened to see if Tifa would say anything. There was little noice, just the sounds of cooking.
Tifa: Good Morning, Vincent. Are you heading out early today?
Vincent:... I'm going to sit at the bar.
Tifa: I'm cooking for a costumer. So if you want coffee, your going to have to make some yourself.
Kitty stopped listening and stared at her coffee. There was the sound of footsteps coming up behind her. It went to infront of her and her coffee filled up. Kitty looked to see a raven haired man pour her and himself another cup of coffee. He had red eyes and an emotionless face. He turned his face towards Kitty, staring at her. She instinctively pull the hood over her head more.
Kitty: Thank you.
Vincent: ... Your welcome...
He came around the bar and sat a seat away from her. They sat in silence until Tifa came in with the food. She smiled at Kitty while pouring herself some coffee. Kitty looked at her food. It was more than she had ever had in a week. She took small bites of everything, enjoying it. Kitty didn't realize that she was being watched. Tifa smiled at the young women while cleaning a clear glass. She was very thin and wore raggy clothes. Tifa couldn't see anything under the hood, but she guessed she looked pretty. Vincent on the other hand didn't trust the small girl. She was really suspicious. When Kitty finished her meal, she searched threw her cloak to find her wallet. As she was pulling it out, Tifa stopped her.
Tifa: Its on the house.
Tifa smiled at the small women. She looked up at Tifa, her hood falling off in the process. Long, Ivory hair cascaded down her back and pale blue eyes looked up at Tifa, tears blurring her vision.
Kitty: T-thank you...
~FFVII~ ~FFVII~ ~FFVII~ ~FFVI~~
Jordan: -sniffles- So touching.
Sephiroth: Yeah, sure it was... Jordan: -hits Sephy- Can it, old man!
Zack: Haha! Your an old man!
Sephiroth: Haha! You're dead.
Zack: :o -gasp-
Jordan: wow. Ok Vinnie! Do the... thing-a-ma-jiggy thing... heh heh.
Vincent: -sighs- Whatever... Jordan Whitefang does not own Final Fantasy XII or anything to do with it. She owns only Kitty and her story... Happy?
Jordan: No... but I'll pass ya!