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Author's Note: Fifth chapter! Not much Rufus in this...actually not really any at all!...But I wanted to have some Reno-Tifa time!...PLEASE review as I really enjoy reading your views and they inspire me to get better! It would make me very very happy! Anyway stop reading this and get on with reading the fic! Hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter Five: Bottomless Turks and Special Deliveries

Tifa stroked her hand along her side of the dashboard, enjoying the way her fingers moved against the smooth curves and different textures that lined the vehicle.

It had always surprised her that the red head's car wasn't more flashy, after all she knew he got a decent pay-check and it wasn't like he had a family to support, and yet he had chosen a rather small, rather old (or 'vintage' as he liked to call it), and really quite rusty looking vehicle.

She'd brought up these musings with him once or twice and she always got the same answer; that it just felt right, that it just felt like his. Tifa had never understood why guys talked like that about cars.

Reno had his window rolled all the way down, getting in a chilly gust of air that howled around them as they drove, making tiny goose-pimples appear on the young woman's skin, though she knew as soon as they stopped the car would fill up to a dense undesirable humidity.

The brunette's stomach rumbled, and a red hue tingled across her cheeks, even though the young Turk couldn't have possibly heard the embarrassing vibrations over the mix of the car's rumbling engine and the wind he'd created through driving fast enough with the window down.

A somewhat relieved sigh escaped Tifa's pale pink lips as she spotted their destination and she turned to see an equally pleased expression slowly creeping across the face of her red headed friend.

Whenever she and Reno went to lunch they always went to the same place, the same drive-through and to be honest Tifa wouldn't have had it any other way. True it might not have been as healthy or as high quality as a restaurant, but somehow it just suited them both, it meant they could talk in the comfort of their own personal space without having to worry about other people, plus the car was undeniably comfy.

Luckily there wasn't a lot of traffic and the place seemed relativity quiet, meaning the queue was basically non-existent.

A rather too cheerful voice sounded over the speaker, flashing fake sincerity all over them, ''Hello! Welcome to 'A Fried Slice of Heaven' the home of everything and anything fast and fried, hope you had a pleasant journey, can I take your order please?''

Tifa raised an eyebrow in amusement, while the red head choked back silent laughter and leaned in towards the criss-cross covered grate.

"Yo I'd like one large cheeseburger...extra pickles, two medium portions of fries and one extra large coffee...black.''

''Pig...'' The brunette hissed mockingly, her eyebrow remaining raised as she leaned her own toned body across the driver to get closer to the speaker.

The cheerful voice had noticed the smallest pause and spoke through the grate once again, ''Anything else?''

''Yeah can we also get one portion of chicken nuggets, a box of onion rings and a small cola...diet...thanks.'' Tifaleaned back into her seat, enjoyingthe stretch her body had just been allowed, findingit somewhat refreshing.

There was a short pause of no more than five seconds before the voice was heard once again, ''Thank you for your order, now if you'll just drive round to the collection point, and please make sure you have your money at the ready.''

The pair were sprawled out inside the car, the seats reclined slightly so they could stretch out their previously crunched up limbs, their mouths eating their way through the incredibility unhealthy, but also ever so satisfying foodstuffs.

Tifa was halfway through her chicken nuggets when she shifted her gaze to the red head's lap, where only one bag of chips and the jug like cartoon of coffee remained, and when she lifted her gaze to his mouth, she saw him push the last few bites of the once large cheeseburger past his lips.

She sighed in amused disbelief, ''How is it that you can fit all that in there...?''

''Mm?'' He looked up at her, cheeks protruding out like a hamsters, his eyebrows raised in questioning confusion.

The brunette began to chuckle, turning back to her own lap full of food, ''Never mind...''

Reno shrugged lightly and took a large gulp of the steaming coffee to help wash down the burger and the bag of chips, not registering it was still burning hot, he proceeded to use all of his will power not to splutter and spit it out, refusing to give the young woman the satisfaction of watching him admit to his idiotic action.

''So then, how did the whole...apology thing go?''

Her eyes widened suddenly and she quickly delved her hand into the box of onion rings, ''Fine! Absolutely fine...no problems there!''

Tifa's answer was rushed, not to mention slightly squeaky, and as soon as she finished she shoved a good four onion rings into her petite mouth, silencing the young woman immediately.

The red head noticed his friend's nervous avoidance and raised a skeptical eyebrow, smirking at her until she caved.

''He...he asked me to dinner...''

Reno took another sip of his coffee, slower this time, his mouth still sore from the earlier gulp, ''And you agreed?''

She nodded gingerly, her lips curled around the blue stripped straw that stuck out of her diet cola, the tube darkening as the liquid ascending up to her mouth.

''Why...?''

The brunette's brow furrowed for a few seconds before she suddenly turned to her friend, her head tilted slightly to the side, her expression one of baffled confusion, ''You know...I have absolutely no idea...''

''Was it some kind of condition? In order to get your customers back I mean?''

''Nope...he just said...it was a peace offering...''

''He said that?'' His eyebrow was raised again, half in disbelief, half in shock.

''Yep.''

He let a cheeky smirk creep across his lips, ''I didn't know Rufus drank during the day.''

Tifa hit him playfully on the arm, ''A guy doesn't have to be drunk to ask me to dinner you know...''

The pair broke out into laughter, enjoying the mocking and entertainment they seemed to bring each other without things getting complicated, Tifa liked that, liked that they could be relaxed around one another, liked that they could be friends.

When the red head had finished off the last of his chips he turned his attention once again to the passenger seat, ''So...when are you two love birds going on this date?''

''Firstly we're not love birds in any way, secondly it's not a date, it's dinner...there's a difference and thirdly I...don't actually know.''

Reno seemed amused by her answer and chuckled quietly to himself before continuing with the conversation, ''So how exactly did he get around to asking you on this little...peace offering?''

''Well...I apologised to him...then I insulted him...then when I was about to walk out on him...he just asked me...to be honest...I was rather shocked...''

The young man smirked, stuffing the empty packets into the glove box, ''He's probably just planning on having you assassinated...you know poison the food...blame in on the restaurant...''

Tifa gave a sarcastically grateful smile, ''Oh cheers Reno...that makes me feel so much better.''

Reno pulled up a few metres from the door to Seventh Heaven, the car still, but the engine still rumbling softly beneath them.

The young woman swung her hand up to the flimsy looking handle, and was about to turn it when a thought struck her, ''Hey Reno...do you know the President's receptionist?

His face lit up as his brain began to work, ''Plain Jane? Oh yeah...brilliant legs...shame about the face.''

''Reno!'' The brunette shot him a death glare that had he had become very familiar with over the course of their friendship.

''I've got nothing against your legs if that's what's offending you.''

Her death glare softened slightly, ''Hm...''

''Why do you ask anyway? I mean about Jane?''

Tifa shifted on the seat as if embarrassed at the reason, ''I...I'm just curious...''

''Curious?'' His brows were arched in both intrigue and confusion.

''You know...as to why he hired someone like her...you know someone so-''

''Boring?''

She sighed in admittance and ran a slender hand through the dark, smooth locks flowing down her shoulders.

Reno turned away and leaned back further in his seat, ''Well you'll have to ask her that yourself...I don't think she likes me very much...''

''Oh yeah and why is that?''

It was the red head's turn now to shift about in embarrassment. ''Because... I may have...made that same nice legs, bad face comment in front of her...once...or twice...''

Tifa shook her head disapprovingly, though a light giggle could be heard escaping her lips, ''Cheers for the lunch Reno.''

''I didn't pay...I thought you did?'' His eyebrows were raised, as images of her clearly handing the money over passed through his mind.

''Yeah I did...with the money I found in your wallet!...And you call yourself a Turk.''

She flashed him a cheeky grin before darting from the car as quickly as her body would allow, ''See ya later!''

Tifa had only been inside her bar for five minutes when a loud, steady knock sounded from the door, and as she went to open it she wondered if Reno had come to get his revenge, but when she was greeted with a very professional looking postman she smiled warmly, ''Excuse me, can I help you?''

''Hello, I'm looking for a Miss... Lockhart?''

''That's me!''

The tidy individual had a large box by his feet and a clipboard in his hands, ''Great, I've got a delivery for you, if you could sign here...and here.''

Hm...I don't remember ordering anything... She looked confused for a few seconds before shrugging it off, taking the pen that was handed to her and scribbling down her signature with it, on the correct papers.

''Thank you very much.'' The man tucked the clipboard underneath his left arm and picked up the box, handing it carefully to the brunette, ''There you go, have a nice day!'' And with that he gave her a goodbye wave and headed to his truck.

Tifa closed the door with a swing of her hip and strolled over to the bar, before ripping into the box, curiosity overpowering her rationality.

When she was finally finished with the 'unwrapping', pieces of cardboard lay around the room, and there on the bar surface, lay a beautiful bouquet of flowers, almost porcelain in shade, though their stems were coloured a vivid green.

''But who...?'' She looked down, searching the beautiful parcel for anything to reveal its sender, and before long she found a small white card, previously camouflaged by the petals of which it was nestled in between.

Upon it lay only a few words, written perfectly in jet black ink, ''Thursday, six o'clock, wear the emerald butterfly clip. President Shinra.''

A solitary eyebrow raised, annoyance clearly displayed on her pretty face as she muttered to herself, ''Can't just call like a normal person...Gotta send flashy flowers...flashy...pretty...flowers...flowers that would look great in that vase I got from the market last week...'' Tifa paused mid-mutter, gathering the bouquet in her arms and flouncing off to the upstairs apartment, smirking in spite of herself.

After a good half hours worth of work, they were arranged in said vase and Tifa was enjoying the brightness their petals seemed to bring into her living room.

Tifa ran five slender fingers over their soft folds, enjoying the fine texture and gentle cold, while flicking the bouquet's card over in the other five, ''Well...I still think he's an ass...''

A/N= Ok like I said at the start...no real Rufus in this, and I know that might annoy some people but...I didn't/don't want this fic to be all RufusxTifa every chapter, because it seems somewhat unrealistic to me...Like those fics that are just all about the sex and have no real plot to them...which is fine if that's what you're looking for, but I didn't want to go straight from the meeting to the dinner without something else in-between to help break it up a little...anyway I'll stop yammering on now... xD