The Bet
Tifa didn't know why, but every time he came by for a drink with the Turks, she couldn't stop staring at him. The question had always haunted her whenever she thought of him.
I wonder what kind of person he is?
She still needed an answer to that question. She didn't know why, but whenever their eyes met, her mouth became mute. He would give her that smile, a sort of half smirk crossed with an amused grin. His cerulean eyes would twinkle and then he would wink before going back to his conversation with one of the Turks.
Every time, she would blush.
It wasn't until one night when Tifa gave him the usual, set the drink down in his booth and turned away that he grabbed her hand. She spun around to see his mouth tip and nod at the Turk beside him.
"Tifa, we need you to help settle a bet. Reno reckons that in one night, he can get more phone numbers from girls than I can."
She chuckled. "That's an interesting bet. How can I help?"
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pen and a small notebook.
"First and last name, please. Include your favourite restaurant."
Chuckling at Reno's face, Tifa grabbed it and scribbled down her details.
Rufus glanced at Reno before taking his pen and notebook back. "Looks like I'm winning."
Reno dove out of the booth, leaving them in the dust. The barmaid blushed when Rufus touched her hand and grinned at her.
"I had no intention of winning, by the way. May I call you tomorrow?"
Tifa blushed before giving him a smile. "I look forward to it."