Woohoo! My first fic. I've been meaning to do this for awhile, now, honestly. Please let me know how you like it, and I'll update as soon as possible!

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or it's characters and settings. But, oh man, I wish I did.

Tap tap TATAP tap tap.

She closed her eyes and inhaled, trying not to get annoyed.

Tap tap taptaptap tap taptap.

Couldn't she just enjoy her coffee and do her homework in peace?

TAP tap TAP tap TAPTAP TAP.

"Ugh!" Tifa sighed, as she slammed the lid of her laptop closed. Her thesis was due in less than 24 hours, and, though she had finished writing it, she still needed to proofread it one last time before turning it in.

She glanced around the quaint little coffee shop for the culprit of the noise. Why hadn't she just asked Yuffie if she could have had the apartment to herself today? No, she certainly didn't want to intrude on whatever she and Tifa's own brother were doing in that apartment. "Gross..." she murmured, as she shook the thought of Vincent and Yuffie out of her mind.

Across the room, seated in a corner booth, she spotted the tapper, who had begun tapping a new rhythm , his pen hitting the table so delicately, as he continued to concentrate on the papers on the table in front of him. She smirked as one of his bright blonde spikes fell over his eyes, him blowing it away with one quick burst of air from his lips.

Well, I guess this is as close as I'm gunna get to perfecting this thesis anyways. I'll just finish up my coffee...

Tifa leaned back in the booth, staring out the window and watching the people as they passed. There was a lovely song playing on the speakers above her head, and she had hardly noticed the alarm on her cell phone ring.

"Shit! I forgot about my appointment with Dr. Tuesti!" She scrambled out of the booth, shoveling her belongings back into her backpack, and spun around, directly into the tapper, who dropped his papers all over the ground, with her coffee spilling over them. Tifa kneeled down, trying to clean up the mess and save as much of his work as possible. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, looking up to meet stunned, crystal-blue eyes staring back at her.

"Don't worry about it, I should have been looking where I was going," he said softly, as he wiped the excess coffee off of the papers with a smile. "You're lucky you didn't get burned when it spilled on you," he noted, nodding at her stained shirt.

"Oh crap! And I don't have time to change before my appointment, either!" She whined, trying to wipe down her shirt as much as she could.

"I have an extra t-shirt in my backpack, if your appointment doesn't require you to be in anything too formal," the blonde suggested. She stared at him. A complete, albeit gorgeous, stranger, being this generous to her, after she had been the one to run into him, ruining what he had just spent the last hour working on? She looked down at the papers, which she noticed was sheet music.

"Oh my God...I ruined your music...I am so sorry..."

"No, no! It's okay, really, these were just copies, the real ones are at home. Here, take the shirt," he insisted, as he reached into his backpack, pulling out a red t-shirt with the words "The Edge of Reason" written on it and handing it to her.

"Thank you...What can I do to make it up to you?" She smiled, standing back up. "I'll need to meet up with you again to return the shirt, anyways."

He stood up with her, "Hmm, well, do you know where the '7th Heaven' is? My friends and I are going to be there tonight around 8 O'clock, if you wanna meet us there?"

She grinned, "That'll be fine! I actually work there, and tonight is my shift, so I'll just return the shirt to you, then!"

"Ok, well, see you then. Good luck at your appointment," he waved, and started out the door.

"Yeah...seeya...," she waved slowly. Her face was red hot. Had she been blushing that whole time?

"Dr. Tuesti, I am so sorry I'm late! I had a minor accident at the coffee shop, and I-"

"Tifa, don't worry about it, you're rarely ever late for your appointments," yelled the doctor from the back room.

"Okay...well, what do you want me to do today? I need to stretch, still," Tifa yelled back as she lifted her ankle to her thigh to stretch her quad muscles.

"I want to measure some kicks as they are applied to an enemy. I know, I know, we've already done those, but to get the exact same response from the robot, we need to measure and remeasure...I smell coffee, did you bring some back from the coffee shop?" Dr. Tuesti entered the room and sat at the computer from which he would map her movements and apply them to his, as Tifa liked to call it, "Ninja Kitty Robot."

"Um, no, sorry, I kinda ran into somebody and spilled my coffee all over myself," her face turned red at the embarrassment.

"Oh. What is "The Edge of Reason?" Asked Dr. Tuesti, a confused expression on his face. "I could tell you from a philosophical point of view, but I'm pretty sure that's not anything what the shirt has to do about."

"I'm not sure, the guy I ran into gave it to me, since my shirt was all stained."

"A guy? And does this guy have a name?" Asked the ever-so-fatherly doctor friend of hers.

"Um, probably...but I...kinda forgot to ask for it..." Crap, that's going to make seeing him at the bar tonight a bit awkward, she scrunched her eyes closed as she thought about it.

"Hm, well, just be careful. There are a lot of weirdos on this campus." He turned back to his computer and began typing away.

"Like you, you mean?" She replied matter-of-factly.

He ceased his typing and looked at her over the rim of his glaces, replying sarcastically, "Precisely".