Author's Note: A good friend died in a car crash on her way to Buffalo, NY for a swim meet for the YMCA. Her name was April Lao, and we went to Junior High together. It's pretty shocking and depressing; how one's life can be cut short by the driver of the car. April was a popular girl, charismatic, pretty, athletic, and smart. She goes to Stuyvesant for God's sake... while I'm stuck in Bronx Science… Well, April, you were one awesome girl and we all knew that… you rocked everyone's socks and we all knew that… rest in peace and God bless… we all love you and miss you.

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy does not belong to me in any way… all I own at the moment are the clothes I'm wearing and a blender with all the ingredients to a daiquiri in it: limejuice, sugar, and rum…

Welcome, ShakenNotStirred! You have 5 unread messages!

The garish yellow notification on her computer screen hurt her eyes a bit, and made her blink once, twice, three times to get her contact lenses back into place. The deep breaths of the man sleeping on her bed behind her in his birthday suit became rhythmic, and Tifa knew for sure that she didn't do that much damage to him. She might've cracked some of his ribs and given him a fractured jaw, but that was healable and forgivable.

Right?

She swirled around on her computer chair to take a good look at Reno. He was covered by her green cotton blanket, but the blanket didn't hide much, since blankets have no modesty to begin with. Reno's sinewy biceps and his well-defined pectorals were so…

Tifa smacked herself mentally with a bedpan. A metal one. With what belongs in bedpans in it. Reno was Reno; for God's sake… she fought against him! He was a goddamn Turk! And he was so goddamn sexy, but that's a different story!

She smacked her forehead with her right palm, and dragged her hand down her face. She hated how her ideas digressed.

The glowing computer screen dimly lit up the room, bathing Reno in a fluorescent blue glow, creating an immaculate, ethereal…

Tifa snapped out of her thoughts and went back to her webpage.

You have 5 unread messages!

TO: ShakenNotStirred
CC: CranberryMuffinMan
Subject: Hello there, lovely.

Hi, I'm an unmarried single man born in Wutai that now lives in Costa del Sol. I have blonde hair, green eyes, and a built physique. I'm looking for someone who likes long walks on the beach, Chocobo racing, and pastries. If you were wondering about the name, I work for a coffee shop that sells muffins. I like muffins. I also like to party. And Thousand Island salad dressing. And silk pillows. And tight nylon shirts. And Whoopi Goldberg. Oh, and I think if I was reincarnated, I'm going to be a llama. Isn't that cool?

Tifa had an open-mouthed gaze, and some saliva formed at the corner of her lips and in a few moments, plopped down onto the 'M' key on her keyboard. She closed her mouth and wiped away the saliva with her pinky finger.

TO: ShakenNotStirred
CC: BonoHasMono
Subject: Hi.

I'm a bassist at the B6 Club, and if you've seen me or not, whether you think I'm attractive or not, I deserve a chance, no? You probably get about a million guys begging you to go on dates, but just hear me out. If I had to go on a date with you, I'd take you to the roof of my apartment, because you can see all the stars from there and I furnished the roof with lights and some furniture. I like to play the guitar up there, because the sound carries over rooftops. So if you like rooftop dinners and the idea of me serenading you afterwards, you know who to e-mail.

Tifa didn't like musicians. They were too artsy-fartsy and usually had goatees and wore berets. B6 was a drag queen hotspot that played ABBA a little too much, and she had no intention of dating someone who worked with drag queens everyday.

TO: ShakenNotStirred
CC: CranberryMuffinMan
Subject: Beautiful Martini Woman.

Darling, you haven't responded! Is it because what I said? Do you not like muffins? Tell me, please!

Tifa groaned when she saw the rest of her messages were from this muffin fanatic.

Reno mumbled nonsense words in his sleep and shifted in his sleep, turning over to his left side. She turned off her computer and sat on the queen-sized mattress beside him, stroking his fire-red hair and smoothening out all the frizzes.

The room was unlit, and the warm orange glow of the streetlamps shone through her window. Reno was a magnificent creature, but marred by scars and scratches. His lily-white skin was warm to the touch of her hand, and she ran her fingers down the side of his face lovingly.

It was a spur of the moment. She leaned down and gave him a lingering peck on his forehead. Blushing slightly for some reason, she hastily undressed and redressed into her pajamas to go sleep on the couch downstairs.

Reno opened one eye after he was sure she was gone and smirked. She did like him. Although he feigned hurt when she bathed him, he could tell there was genuine concern in her actions.

Oh, this game was fun.