Disclaimer: No, I'm too lazy anyway…(weird, I know)
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The phone was ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing and-!
"We're sorry, the person you are tying to reach is presently-''
Click.
"Damnit Cloud, why are you never available?"
The owner and main bartender of Seventh Heaven gave a heartfelt sigh and set the phone down on the counter. Lifting herself onto a barstool, she propped her elbow on the bar and rested her chin in her palm. She fixated her eyes on the glass door and counted down ten seconds allowing the man she was waiting on to walk through the door. After the seconds had past, albeit an extra pair of five, Tifa decided to give up.
Two years.
She missed him.
Seven months.
She realized-damn-she loves him.
Three weeks.
She was getting restless.
Five days.
If he doesn't make it…Fourteen hours.
I can't, not anymore.
Twenty-two minutes.
I'm sorry.
Twenty seconds.
"Cloud", the hostess rose from her position and calmly walked towards the door, "don't bother coming back." She locked the door and threw away the key.
Nine and a half hours later, her phone rang.
"Ah…"End