I don't own FF7 or its characters and make no profit from writing these stories.
Tifa was trying a new recipe when no one was in the bar but Sephiroth, who was quietly reading at the bar while she experimented with it. "Sephiroth, could you do me a favour and read off the next ingredient to me? My hands are covered in flour" she explained, gesturing at her laptop.
"Certainly" he said, closing his book and walking over to peer at the screen and seemed to be squinting at it.
"Well what does it say?" she asked him.
"I'm having a hard time reading it, the font is so tiny" he admitted.
"Do you wear glasses?" she asked him.
"Only reading glasses and never in public" he admitted with a blush.
"There's no one here. So put them on" she said impatiently to him.
With a sigh of reluctance, he pulled out a glasses case and slipped on a very flattering pair of narrow silver framed glasses that if anything, drew attention to his exotic blue-green eyes. "A cup of sugar" he read out.
"There. Was that difficult? I don't know why you are making such a fuss about having to wear glasses" she said.
"I got my hair and eyes from Jenova and my other looks from my mother, so the only thing I got from my father was the need to wear glasses and I hate it" he complained.
"Ah it's not so bad, you look cute in glasses" Tifa teased him with a friendly smile.
