FF7 Fiction
CHAPTER 3
Suddenly Cloud came into view. Dania saw him carrying her purse, his eyes turned from clouded to surprise when he saw Vincent. "Hey, Vincent. Long time no see."
"It's been a while." Vincent agreed.
Dania, still in shock, gave Cloud a puzzled look. "Dania, this is Tifa, and Cloud. We used to be in Avalanche together. Remember, I told you about Avalanche."
Sure she knew. Not that she wanted to, this was an even more intricate problem that the immediate one at hand. If the story of her and Cloud's little rendezvous ever got out, relationships, and long term friendships could be terminated, and Dania was the biggest factor in it. Sure, Cloud was also equally responsible, but him and these other people went further back than she did, and she was just a wedge in a door, remove it and it will close. They could all turn on her easily.
"Well, here's, uh… your purse." Cloud handed it to her, desperately trying to avoid her eyes.
"Thanks."
"It's funny how Cloud just happened to pick up her purse, and now, here we all are. What a coincidence!" Tifa laughed and smiled at her disbelief.
They stood there a moment, unsure of what to say or propose next. "Why don't we all go out for dinner together or something?" Tifa asked, obviously she thought this was a brilliant idea.
Everyone else thought so too, except Dania and Cloud. But they agreed reluctantly.
"Well, I have to go to work now." Dania said, she had been trying to get away for half an hour, but just as she went to g out the door, Tifa and Vincent would start talking about some of the adventures they all had encountered, and some of their recent endeavors.
"But, you don't work on Sundays." Vincent offered a bewildered look.
Thinking quickly, Dania made up a story. "Oh, well, Lauren's sick, and they called me this morning to come in at noon." She quickly glanced over at the digital clock, hoping it wasn't past noon; it was 11:45.
"I guess we'd better go then. We'll see you tonight for dinner!" Tifa said after them.
"Sure." Dania responded, trusting that her voice sounded warmer than she thought it was.
Vincent stayed quiet for a while, he wasn't one to get too excited over happenings, or at least if he did, he didn't show it. "That was kind of neat bumping into your old friends…" Dania hoped that if he still had suspicions about her and Cloud, that they would be abolished from running into them.
When he didn't say anything, she looked up at him. "Yeah, I guess so…"
When Dania went t turn onto her street Vincent reached for her arm. "It's this way." He said.
"What's that way?" She looked at him, puzzled.
He rolled his eyes impatiently. "The store. You, know, where you work." He stated.
"Oh, yeah," She could have smacked herself, "I'm so tired I almost forgot!"
Dania laughed uneasily, then relaxed when he smiled too. "I'll walk you there."
When they reached the CD store she worked at, Dania stopped at the front door, and turned to give her boyfriend a hug. She was a bit miffed by Vincent's quiet nature he had developed after they had came from Cloud's, then she started to wonder if he knew about Cloud or not. She figured he was suspicious, especially after the way she handled herself over at his apartment.
After she was sure he had left, she went in and out through the back door. "Whatcha up to now? This ain't yer day." Her boss, Mel leaned out from behind the counter.
"Hey, girl," Dania said, "Just passing through."
Mel gave her a strange look then went back to work when a customer came wandering through the door.
Dania rushed through her small apartment, searching for her car keys frantically. She was supposed to meet Vincent, Cloud and Tifa at the restaurant over town in fifteen minutes. Then it hit her; her car was in the shop along with the keys. "What a bloody waste of ten minutes!" She hissed as she dismissed her feelings to look for her runners.
In her tight, slinky cocktail dress that she had hiked up to her thighs, Dania raced down St. James Street, clutching her red pumps as her long black coat trailed out behind her. When she got to the restaurant, she was ten minutes late, and the others had already been seated. Her years of track in high school had worked out in her favour and proved useful after all.
CHAPTER 3
Suddenly Cloud came into view. Dania saw him carrying her purse, his eyes turned from clouded to surprise when he saw Vincent. "Hey, Vincent. Long time no see."
"It's been a while." Vincent agreed.
Dania, still in shock, gave Cloud a puzzled look. "Dania, this is Tifa, and Cloud. We used to be in Avalanche together. Remember, I told you about Avalanche."
Sure she knew. Not that she wanted to, this was an even more intricate problem that the immediate one at hand. If the story of her and Cloud's little rendezvous ever got out, relationships, and long term friendships could be terminated, and Dania was the biggest factor in it. Sure, Cloud was also equally responsible, but him and these other people went further back than she did, and she was just a wedge in a door, remove it and it will close. They could all turn on her easily.
"Well, here's, uh… your purse." Cloud handed it to her, desperately trying to avoid her eyes.
"Thanks."
"It's funny how Cloud just happened to pick up her purse, and now, here we all are. What a coincidence!" Tifa laughed and smiled at her disbelief.
They stood there a moment, unsure of what to say or propose next. "Why don't we all go out for dinner together or something?" Tifa asked, obviously she thought this was a brilliant idea.
Everyone else thought so too, except Dania and Cloud. But they agreed reluctantly.
"Well, I have to go to work now." Dania said, she had been trying to get away for half an hour, but just as she went to g out the door, Tifa and Vincent would start talking about some of the adventures they all had encountered, and some of their recent endeavors.
"But, you don't work on Sundays." Vincent offered a bewildered look.
Thinking quickly, Dania made up a story. "Oh, well, Lauren's sick, and they called me this morning to come in at noon." She quickly glanced over at the digital clock, hoping it wasn't past noon; it was 11:45.
"I guess we'd better go then. We'll see you tonight for dinner!" Tifa said after them.
"Sure." Dania responded, trusting that her voice sounded warmer than she thought it was.
Vincent stayed quiet for a while, he wasn't one to get too excited over happenings, or at least if he did, he didn't show it. "That was kind of neat bumping into your old friends…" Dania hoped that if he still had suspicions about her and Cloud, that they would be abolished from running into them.
When he didn't say anything, she looked up at him. "Yeah, I guess so…"
When Dania went t turn onto her street Vincent reached for her arm. "It's this way." He said.
"What's that way?" She looked at him, puzzled.
He rolled his eyes impatiently. "The store. You, know, where you work." He stated.
"Oh, yeah," She could have smacked herself, "I'm so tired I almost forgot!"
Dania laughed uneasily, then relaxed when he smiled too. "I'll walk you there."
When they reached the CD store she worked at, Dania stopped at the front door, and turned to give her boyfriend a hug. She was a bit miffed by Vincent's quiet nature he had developed after they had came from Cloud's, then she started to wonder if he knew about Cloud or not. She figured he was suspicious, especially after the way she handled herself over at his apartment.
After she was sure he had left, she went in and out through the back door. "Whatcha up to now? This ain't yer day." Her boss, Mel leaned out from behind the counter.
"Hey, girl," Dania said, "Just passing through."
Mel gave her a strange look then went back to work when a customer came wandering through the door.
Dania rushed through her small apartment, searching for her car keys frantically. She was supposed to meet Vincent, Cloud and Tifa at the restaurant over town in fifteen minutes. Then it hit her; her car was in the shop along with the keys. "What a bloody waste of ten minutes!" She hissed as she dismissed her feelings to look for her runners.
In her tight, slinky cocktail dress that she had hiked up to her thighs, Dania raced down St. James Street, clutching her red pumps as her long black coat trailed out behind her. When she got to the restaurant, she was ten minutes late, and the others had already been seated. Her years of track in high school had worked out in her favour and proved useful after all.