Timeline: approximately 1.5 years after FFVII/4 months before AC
"Hey, Tifa, is Cloud around?"
"Morgan! No, he's out on deliveries, as usual. I actually haven't seen him in a few days."
Morgan looked at the younger woman, hearing the sadness in her voice. Tifa gazed back at her, and Morgan decided not to ask any questions. She could tell it would just hurt Tifa to think about whatever was going on.
"Well, I have a few deliveries to Kalm for him. Can I leave the packages here for him to pick up? They're pretty small, if that's ok with you."
"Sure, that'll be fine. How's everything been with you?"
"Eh, pretty busy. People keep asking me to make them jewelry for some reason. Not that I mind, but it's a bit strange." Morgan had a sudden idea. "Actually, I need to head to the market to pick a few things up, want to come along? You aren't exactly busy at the moment." The bar was empty except for the two of them. Even Marlene and Denzel were out.
"I don't know, someone could come by…"
"So what? Let them wait around until you get back. We'll play hooky!" She grinned at the other woman, feeling the need to cheer her up a bit, if only for the afternoon. Even if she couldn't make Tifa forget her problems, maybe Morgan could forget her own. He hadn't been by the shop in over a month now, and the fact that she missed his silent presence as much as she did was surprising.
"Ok! Let me lock up the back and we'll go."