She first met Zack in the Seventh heaven bar when she was fifteen, he was seventeen then but he was taller than most boys in her own village, almost a six foot two in height.
His dark eyes reminded her of midnight when he watched her that day.
"Hey waiter, one drink for me, please?" he grinned at her and placed his arm on the counter desk, supposedly, as Tifa thought, to show off his well built-biceps.
"Aren't you underage to drink?" Tifa smirked, she prepared a glass anyway. It wasn't everyday that her owner's bar had a First Class Soldier. The boy ran his hand through his unusual raven-coloured hair. His cheeks tinged pink.
"Don't I pass for my looks?" he asked with a weak smile. Tifa shook her head and replied with a no.
She felt his eyes prey on her like two shady skies. His lips curled into a grin again.
"I'm Zack by the way. What's your name?"
Tifa felt herself blush. She noticed the coquettish tone of his voice and ignored him, placing the glass beside the mysterious stranger.
"Never mind, I know you're Tifa."
"What? How do you know?" Her astonished expression caused his grin to widen. His eyes twinkled with malice.
Zack held her hand, causing a small squeak to escape from the girl's mouth. She pulled away immediately. He laughed at her reaction mockingly and took a sip of his drink, his blue eyes fixed on her.
"All the guys here call you that."
"You pervert! Don't look at me like that."
"Wow, you're the only girl to ever call me that, you know?" he chuckled. Tifa should have been serving another sulky customer at that time but she was enticed by this creature.
"No worries, in no time, you will fall in love with," Zack commented, his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. It was Tifa's turn to laugh. She informed him that the chances of her falling for a pervert were impossible.
"You're gonna fall in love with me, Tifa and you're gonna fall on your knees for me," he hiccupped. His eyes held a melodious darkness, waiting for the girl to slip and fall into those depths.
"Mark my words..." his voice rang through her ears like waves of the ocean until they died on the shores of her mind.
