A/N: Sorry it's a bit late! Originally I wanted this posted for Valentine's Day but...yeah. At least I made it for Rinoa's birthday!


Rinoa exhaled a breath and turned off the computer. She and Squall had already said their farewells and she had long since logged off…but after looking at the clock she realized she had zoned out and stared at the screen for a few minutes after Squall was already gone. She cleared her throat and slowly spinned around in her chair.

Her heart beat rapidly and she pressed her lips together as she casually stood to her feet. Behind her she heard the computer's hums and whirs come to a halt and she rose her fingers to her lips. Quietly she squealed and excitedly danced in place.

Squall wrote a song for her.

No…Squall wrote Stars for her.

Rinoa's lips were pressed so tightly together that her teeth started to hurt the sensitive flesh.

Squall. Wrote. A song. Based off of…

Rinoa couldn't hold it in this time. She let out a shrill scream of excitement and happily stomped her feet. After a few moments she felt banging through the floor from the people below her. "Sorry!" she cried, immediately stopping her dancing and quietly backed out of her office so she could make her way into the kitchen. "Holy shit…holy shit…" Rinoa fanned her nails over her face as she felt her skin grow warm.

Still incredibly giddy, she twirled around on one foot across the lanolieum tile. Then she suddenly stopped. What did this mean? She had no idea—had no chance to ask him since not long after Squall had admitted that Stars was written for her, Quistis stumbled into the tour bus and raced into the bathroom.

What would have been an extremely romantic moment between Squall and Rinoa was soon ruined by the echoing sounds of Quistis retching. Squall's face was priceless. His expression of pure incredulity showed Rinoa that this instance did not happen often. "Uh…everything alright?" he had called to Quistis.

"Bad…sushi!" was all Rinoa could hear of Quistis' response.

Squall made a face of disgust. Apparently Quistis, Zell, and Hans decided to stop for sushi before they caught a movie and…did not make it to the theatre. According to Quistis, the boys were in the hotel's bathroom and she got stuck with the tour bus.

Rinoa chuckled to herself as she thought about the face Squall made before signing off. He told her he would try to talk to her before his show the following night and proceeded to prepare himself to take care of the poor and sickly Quistis.

She glanced down at her ample cleavage that was so generously on display thanks to her new corset and ran her hands over the rounded flesh. A playful grin curved into her red lips and, again, she did a twirl. She paused, blinking as she caught her reflection in the shiny surface of her oven.

"Why the fuck am I twirling so much?!"


A few days went by before Rinoa was able to see Selphie. Rinoa wanted to gush and twirl and giggle about Squall the moment she walked into the café, but when she saw the look on Selphie's face and the tired dark circles beneath her eyes, Rinoa immediately swallowed any and all giddiness. "Selphie? Everything ok?" she asked, lowering herself into the seat across from the petite brunette.

Selphie ran her fingertips over her brow, pressing deep to massage the flesh. She curled her lip in a soft growl. "Ugh…I don't know what's going on anymore," she muttered, her usually cheerful voice practically void of any happy emotion.

Rinoa leaned her arms across the table top and gently took Selphie's hands into her own. "You want to talk about it? What's wrong?"

Selphie lifted her eyes to meet Rinoa's and made a tiny grimace. "Nothing," she whined. "And yet…everything."

"Is it Irvine?"

Selphie retracted her hands and leaned back against the seat cushions. Her attention quickly turned to the server that approached them.

"What can I get you?" the young girl asked, her gaze pausing over Selphie with eyes that were loaded with questions but the courtesy to not delve.

"Um, just a hot chocolate, please," Selphie decided.

The girl nodded. "You got it. And for you?" she asked Rinoa.

"Iced vanilla coffee, please."

"Coming up." The girl turned on her heel and disappeared behind the counter.

"A little late for coffee, isn't it?" Selphie asked, glancing at her watch.

"I don't have work in the morning."

When the girl returned with their drinks, Selphie grinned widely at the large mountain of whipped cream covered with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate shavings, and two cherries plopped right on top. "Thank you," she whispered to her.

The girl gave her a smile and was gone again.

"Remind me to leave her a large tip," Selphie chuckled. "What a gem."

Rinoa smiled softly and let her gaze wander across the coffee shop while Selphie endulged herself a few hearty slurps of hot chocolate. "If you want to talk about it," she said lowly, "I'm all ears. If you want to sit in comfy silence while we drink our drinks, we can do that too. However, we can also sit in comfy silence at my place but with wine." She lifted her brows suggestively when Selphie cracked a smile. "Just putting that out there."

Selphie laughed. "God, I love you," she said.

"And I love you."

With a sigh, Selphie twirled a finger into the whipped cream. "I've just been picking fights for no reason," she muttered. "My mood swings are going haywire and like…I'll be fine, then Irvine calls and I'm so excited to hear from him and we're giggly and cutesy and then like ten minutes later I'm bawling because he's not here and making him feel like shit that he's not here. Rinoa, this is his dream…why am I fighting his dream?"

"Because you miss him. The heart takes over and makes the mind do stupid things when it's lonely." Rinoa took a deep breath and watched as Selphie scooped the whipped cream and cherries into her mouth. "Only a few more weeks until they're back, surely you can just hold out til then?"

Selphie exhaled a soft laugh and shrugged. "Sounds so easy to do, don't it?"

"I'm sure it's easier said than done," Rinoa agreed with a sigh. "When did you last talk to him?"

"The other day. Monday, I think." Selphie frowned and rubbed her forehead. "My days are running together it seems."

Rinoa twisted her lips. Monday was three nights ago. That was the last time she had talked to Squall aside from their usual brief text messages. "Have you called him at all?"

Selphie shook her head. "No, he texted me Tuesday night after their show and said that they were going to call it an early night because I guess Zell and Quistis had some bad sushi the night before. All I did was send him a little emoji of a kissy face and that was it."

"You need to stop being so mean to him."

"I know!" Selphie wailed with a pout. She pulled out her phone and opened up a new text message to Irvine.

S.T: I loooooooove you =D xoxoxoxox

Selphie sighed and put the phone back into her purse. "I think it's around eleven where he's at right now." She twisted her lips and took another deep breath. "Is that offer of wine at your place still good?"

Rinoa gave her a playful kick beneath the table. "Girl, you know it always is! How about we call it a late dinner and get some take out?"

"Don't need to ask me twice!"

"How about…we just have a sleepover! I don't work tomorrow, you don't have class tomorrow, it's perfect! I think I have a spare toothbrush if you need one. And I've got plenty of pajamas you can use," Rinoa smiled.

Selphie stood to her feet and the two left arm in arm. "Seriously, what would I ever do without you?"


Squall downed the rest of his beer and crushed the can within his fist. He looked down to Quistis who was laying with the back of her head in his lap while her eyes were trained on the television before them. Even though the food poisoning was far beyond out of her system, her normally fair complexion was still a sickly shade of pale. He glanced over to Zell, who was leaning against the front of the couch. Squall had to give them props, throwing up nearly the entire night was not enough to make the two blondes pull away from the stage. While their movements were calm and not as animated, they made sure they were giving their audience the show they had come to see.

Dedication, Squall thought. He reached over and grabbed a shiny red aluminum bottle with the words 'QUEEN' printed across it and held it over Quistis' face. "Drink up."

Without removing her attention from the screen, Quistis reached up and took hold of the bottle. As she unscrewed the cap the little rubber straw popped up and she quietly sipped. After a few gulps she handed the bottle back to Squall.

Zell let out a low belch and made a small grimace, his hand gently rubbing over his ribs.

"You alright?"

"Yes, Papa Squall, I'm fine," Zell grumbled.

Squall frowned. "'Papa?'"

"You've definitely taken the role of Papa right now," Zell said. "Taking care of me and Quistis ever since that dastardly night with the…sushi." He made a face at the word, his stomach still turning at the thought of it.

Quistis pouted. She loved sushi. It was one of her favorite foods. She only hoped that this one negative incident didn't ruin it for her permanently.

"Well, someone has to," Squall said, a little annoyed that Irvine had practically left him with babysitting duty ever since Quistis came into the tour bus to throw up. He knew that he couldn't be too upset with the cowboy, he was simply just trying to keep his mind off his relationship woes with Selphie. At the moment, he was at the local billard pub with Eli and a few other members of Doomtrain and Odin's Blade. Dumbass even left his phone, he thought, looking over to the slim contraption that still rested on the end table by the couch. Irvine had forgotten to plug it in so now the phone was just sitting there dead.

After a few minutes of scrolling Hans's social media, Squall was able to deduce that he had joined them as well. At the sight of the half empty beer mug in his hands, it was quite obvious that he was feeling much better from the food poisoning than the two blondes still in the room.

"Don't make him angry," Quistis groaned, pulling her phone out from between the couch cushions. She held the phone up before her face, her eyes squinting at the bright light. As she went through her camera roll, smirking and chuckling to herself as she found random pictures she had taken while at bars, on the road, at random gas stations…then she came upon one photo that she had taken their last night in Winhill.

Stealthily she stole a quick glance at Squall from behind her phone. He was staring straight ahead, his attention solely on the television screen ahead of them, completely engrossed with the documentary that played.

Quistis opened up a new text message and placed the photo in question into the text box. Without typing in any message in conjunction with the picture, Quistis hit send and pressed her lips together to suppress a chuckle.

The action did not go unnoticed. Squall frowned and looked down at her. "What?" he muttered.

Quistis widened her eyes in innocence. "Hm?"

He didn't say anything else, only narrowed his eyes further in suspicion.


Rinoa turned her head when she heard her phone chime. She reached for it and shrugged when Selphie asked her what it was. "Oh, Quistis sent me a picture," she said. "How're you feeling?" she asked, looking at the little brunette who was curled up on the other side of the couch with a pillow tucked beneath her head.

"That wine made me sleepy," she replied through a yawn.

"You didn't even finish your glass!" Rinoa said, reaching over to pick up the wine glass that still held about three gulps left. "Look at this, woman, there are sober people in Timber, what's wrong with you?"

Selphie giggled and playfully stretched out her legs to kick at Rinoa's thighs. "Shut your mouth!"

"Ah! You'll make me spill!" Rinoa quickly tossed back the room temperature wine and smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Brat." She grinned and pulled Selphie's legs to rest upon her lap. Then she turned her gaze back to her phone and opened the message from Quistis.

Immediately Rinoa's eyes nearly jumped from their sockets. The picture was of her and Squall, on the bed, in the hotel room. Ohmygod, she thought. When did she get this?

The photograph was not risqué in any shape or form, in fact it was excrutiatingly tender and sweet. Rinoa's back was to the camera, her face buried in Squall's t-shirt and her hand curled up into the fabric. It was obvious that they were both fully clothed and there was no evidence of the intense fucking that had taken place in the bathroom prior. His left arm was draped over her in a warm and protective embrace. Rinoa couldn't quite see it in the picture, but it seemed that his right arm was beneath the pillow for support. His eyes were closed, strands of his brown hair had fallen across his forehead. Rinoa found that she was staring at his lips, suddenly feeling her heart beat quicken as she thought back to how they felt along the curve of her neck.

How did…why does she have this? Rinoa responded to the picture message with a little emoji that had its mouth dropped open and its eyes large and wide.

Quistis came back with an emoji that resembled the devil and with the words teeheehee!

R.H: OMG!

Q.T: Aren't you guys cuuuuuuuuuuuute?!

R.H: Does Squall know you took this?

Q.T: I'm alive and talking to you.

Q.T: So.

Q.T: No.

Q.T: =P

R.H: You sneaky little minx.

Q.T: I couldn't resist. You guys were snuggling. It was cute!

R.H: Stalker!

Q.T: I never!

Rinoa crinkled her noise in quiet laughter. She saved the picture to her phone.

"What's so funny?" Selphie asked.

Rinoa handed the phone to Selphie. "Since you were in Irvine's room," she began.

Selphie choked on a giggle as she looked at the picture. "Holy shit…Squall's cuddling! And with you! Excuse me while my ovaries start exploding." She handed the phone back to Rinoa with a large grin. "Seriously. You guys are my OTP."

Rinoa gave Selphie's leg a soft smack. "What the—shut up!"

"You're blushing!"

"Am not!"


Squall went outside for a cigarette and also to get a break from the two blondes. They couldn't agree on what to watch next. Zell wanted to continue watching the documentary Making a Murderer while Quistis wanted to watch Ghostbusters.

"You've seen that movie a million times!" Zell argued. "Let's watch something new—something we haven't seen yet!"

"That documentary is depressing and watching it only makes me angry and wanna throw something!" Quistis had snarled. "I'd have to be drunk to watch that shit and my stomach—fuck, your stomach even!—can't handle alcohol right now!"

"Squalllllllllll!" Zell whined.

"Papaaaaaaaa!" Quistis joined in.

With a growl Squall stood to his feet and dropped the remote onto the floor. "Fuck this," he muttered. "You two duke it out yourselves. Honestly, I can expect this type of behavior from Zell, but not you, Quistis." He narrowed his eyes at the woman who began to pout.

"Normally I would be the more adult one in this situation," Quistis sighed, sitting upright on the couch. "However, I am drained and oh so very sickly, therefore, I am going to milk this whiney attitude that is typically equated to Zell."

Zell scoffed and rolled his eyes before laying supine on the floor. "Oh, you've done it now," he grumbled to Squall. "You wounded her pride and now she's bringing out the eloquent siren that we've all come to know and love. On occasion."

"Figure it out," Squall said, waving his hand at them and exiting the room.

As he exited the hotel he walked far enough so that his cigarette smoke would be a fair distance away from the main entrance. He walked by a couple in their late thirties that had a small toddler in tow. The father had the little child against his chest so that the child's mouth was squished and pushed open in comfortable sleep, a little trail of drool seeping through.

"Think he had fun?" Squall heard the mother ask.

"I sure hope so," responded the father. "With the prices of those tickets he'd better have enjoyed it!"

The mother made a noise of disgust but the smile on her face showed that she knew the father was playing, joking or not. "Is that all you care about?" she teased before they disappeared through the sliding doors.

Squall placed a cigarette between his lips and rounded the side of the hotel. He remembered seeing a little break area, presumably for when the hotel staff needed a smoke break, and headed towards that. He knew that there was another area behind the gated border of the hotel by its pool, but he didn't want to be near the public. It was a warm night and since it was Summer, the pool's hours had been extended greatly for hotel guests.

He cupped his hands around the cigarette, his fingers skillfully flicking the lighter. As he reached the break area he came across Fujin, who was sitting at the sturdy picnic table, one hand speared into her hair, her elbow resting atop the table's surface, her eye staring at the phone that rested in her other hand.

She took notice of Squall and lifted her chin at him in acknowledgement.

"Everything alright?" He only asked out of automatic politeness, but when he saw Fujin take a deep breath and drop her phone onto the table, he inwardly groaned. Dammit, he thought, he didn't want to hear this.

"My mom," Fujin said.

Squall's eyebrow arched at her words. The last time he had heard anything about Fujin's mother was when she had told him about her mother's abusive boyfriend. He didn't say anything more, just quietly sighed and pulled out his cigarettes. With a small shake of the pack he offered her one.

Fujin's eye traveled towards the pack and her lips twisted in temptation, but she shook her head. "I can't take any chances with my beautiful vocal chords," she purred, delicately tracing her fingertips up her throat. She scoffed and leaned back against the metal chair.

"Point taken." Reluctantly, he sat down across from her and sucked on his cigarette. "So what's going on with your mom?"

Fujin twisted her lips and slowly tapped her fingernail across the screen of her phone. "She just texted me," she said softly. "Told me she's getting married." Fujin ran her fingers through her hair and let out a puff of breath. "To the motherfucker that did this." She pointed a clawed nail to her eyepatch and scowled.

Squall rolled his tongue in his mouth as he took in that information. From his and Fujin's last conversation about her mother, she made it very clear that they were not on the best terms. "I didn't know they were back together," he said.

"Neither did I!" she wailed. "I mean…I can't remember the last time we had a full on conversation about her love life…but she definitely did not mention that she was back with him! And then this text? A text? That not only is she getting married but she's marrying the guy who clocked my brains out!"

Squall could only nod as Fujin continued on and released her frustration.

"Ugh, I just can't believe it," Fujin went on. "It's not like I was the only one he hurt, you know? Even though I never saw him hit her I remember seeing bruises on her arms from time to time."

Squall leaned over and stubbed out his cigarette into the nearby ash tray. "Are you planning on seeing her soon?" he asked, pulling out another cigarette.

Fujin sucked on her bottom lip and Squall noticed that it was trembling. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice shaking. She let out a tiny laugh and sniffled. "I haven't seen her in person in…fuck. Two years maybe? I don't know…"

As he listened, Squall exhaled a long stream of smoke through his teeth. This was where Squall couldn't relate with Fujin's situation. She still had much love for her mother. It didn't matter what the boyfriend had done, she was still her mother and Fujin would still love her. In his case, he couldn't care less about his foster parents. After Ellone had rescued him, Squall never looked back and never gave his foster parents a positive thought.

"Well," he said with a sigh. "If you do choose to see your mom and her future husband gives you any trouble, call me."

Fujin gave a soft smile and stood to her feet. Being polite, Squall followed suit.

"You're so sweet," she murmured, not looking at him directly and letting her gaze float along the sky behind him. She twisted her red lips into a grimace and looked as if she were fighting back tears. "She says she loves him and that is all that matters. Does love really blind a person that badly?"

"I'm not even going to pretend to understand your mom's reasoning for staying with her abuser. She has her reasons, even if they don't make sense to us. Hell, her reasons may not even make sense to her. What you can do is help her when she asks for it—silently or verbally."

Fujin nodded slowly and crossed her arms over her chest. "I just don't think she believes she needs help."

"Then just be available for her. Listen to her. Send the cops on welfare checks on her if you feel you have to."

"Yeah…I'll call her in the morning. Maybe with video chat so I can see her." She let out an exasperated groan and leaned in to Squall's chest. "Thank you for listening to me," she grumbled. "I know being vented to is not particularly your most favorite pastime."

"We're friends," he said simply, wrapping an arm around her while keeping the hand with the cigarette close to his mouth. "Say the word and I'm there. We all will be. You know Zell will bring the muscle if it's ever needed."

Fujin chuckled. "Yeah. I'm just so grateful that I have you guys in my life."

Squall took a long and final drag off his cigarette. "Let's get you back inside." He pulled away from her and crushed the cigarette into the stone ashtray.

Before he could step away, Fujin grabbed his wrists and pulled him back to her. Squall's eyes widened and before he could say anything she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her lips towards his.

"Fujin—"

She pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his open mouth.

It was reminiscent of the last time this happened between them. Fujin was so raw with emotion and Squall knew what she had gone through even if his situation was not entirely similar. But that time was different. Much different. At that time, he didn't have someone waiting for him back home.

He thought about Rinoa with her sparkling brown eyes and the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, thought about the way she would stun him into momentary stupor with her little quips and one-liners. In his mind he saw the picture she had posted earlier that morning of the mug he had bought her from the amusement park in Dollet. Beneath the picture read the caption "My new favorite mug."

Squall firmly latched his fingers around Fujin's wrists and pulled away. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly, his brows frowning and his mouth pulling into a tight grimace when Fujin tried to lean forward again.

A small noise caught his attention and he turned to see Quistis and Hans staring at them. While Hans quietly laughed and reached for his phone, Quistis looked damn near horrified. Her eyes were large and wide, the aquamarine orbs completely surrounded by white while her mouth was parted in terror. The unlit cigarette between her fingers fell to the ground.

Squall froze. "Quistis…no—this isn't—"

Squall was interrupted by a blinding flash from Hans's phone. The bastard had taken a picture. When Squall was able to focus his eyes again he saw that Quistis and Hans were gone, with only the echo of Hans's very amused chuckle left behind.

"Fuck," he muttered, knowing he had to find Quistis and explain to her. He looked down to Fujin who was looking at him in curiosity.

Her red lips were open in question, but she was looking at him with such patience as she waited to see if he would start yelling. Slowly she pulled away, lowering her eye before glancing to the open space where Quistis had been standing. "Ohmygod…" she hurriedly rushed out. "Are you and Quistis…? I'm so sorry. I thought that…I mean, your rule…"

Squall released Fujin's wrists and watched her turn away and scoop up her phone. "I'm not with Quistis," he said. "But…there is someone."

Fujin whirled around, her exposed eye wide in shock. "There is?" she whispered. "I…I didn't know!" She clamped a hand over her mouth, her face nearly turning a shade of red to match her lipstick. "Fuck—I am so sorry!"

"Stop." Squall gripped her by the shoulders to bring her wild fidgeting to a standstill. "You didn't know."

"Still, I'm sorry," she whispered, hardly able to hold his gaze now. "I just…I hadn't realized you had a girlfriend."

"She's not…" Squall sighed and looked away. He wasn't in the mood to discuss his situation with Rinoa with someone who was not Rinoa. He didn't have to explain what he felt for her to someone else. "Look, you didn't know, so no harm no foul. But now I have to go find Quistis."

He didn't wait for a response from Fujin, only turned away and walked back to the hotel room.


"The fuck is wrong with you?" Quistis hissed when Squall finally found her by the tour bus.

"It's not what you think," he told her lowly.

Quistis lit a cigarette and blew a long and angry stream of smoke at him. "Oh yeah?" she snapped. "En-fuckin-lighten me."

"She kissed me," he snarled. "She's having issues with her mom, we talked, she wanted comfort and didn't know that I was the wrong person to get it from." He pulled out his cigarettes. "There is nothing going on."

Quistis quietly puffed on her cigarette but continued to glare at Squall through narrowed eyes. "Mmm hmmm," she murmured. "And did you tell Fujin why you are the wrong person to get comfort from?"

Squall smirked. "She thought there was something between you and I by way of your reaction."

"Ugh, as if."

"Thanks. No, I told her that there was someone."

"Ugh! But you didn't tell her who?"

Squall growled and made a fist. "It's not her business who that someone is. Fujin knows that there is someone in my life that I want and that it is not her. That's what is important. I don't have to explain myself to her. I'm explaining myself to you because you know very well that it is Rinoa that I want."

Quistis kept the scowl on her face but her eyes lost their menacing glare. "Good. Because I was really hoping you weren't going to make me regret sending her a picture I took of you guys."

"Wait, what?"

The scowl melted into a playful grin and she produced to picture of Rinoa and Squall in the bed.

Squall sighed and rubbed the scar between his eyes. "That's what that light was," he muttered, thinking back to the bright light that had awakened him that night. "I thought it was just your drunk ass using the phone's light to maneuver through the mess of a hotel room."

"Don't be mad. It's a cute picture."

"Yes, it is," he agreed. After a moment he nodded his chin at her. "Send it to me."

Quistis dropped open her mouth a breath. "Really?"

"Yes."

With a giddy smile on her lips she quickly tapped her thumbs over the screen to open a new message to Squall. "You are head over heels for her that bad, huh?"

He nodded slowly, exhaling smoke through his lips. "You have no idea."

Quistis pressed send and tucked the phone back into her pocket. "You going to tell Rinoa about this?"

"Is it necessary?" he asked, honestly curious as to whether or not he should.

Quistis shrugged. "I mean…true, there's nothing going on between you and Fujin and technically you and Rinoa are not in a serious or exclusive relationship—just from what information I've gotten from you—but I mean, yeah, maybe you should? But I'll leave that up to your discretion." She lowered her eyes towards Squall's pocket when she heard it chime with notification of a new message. "Anyways, I'll try and do damage control."

"Yeah." He reached for his phone and stepped aside to let Quistis pass by. "Tell fuckin' Hans to delete the photo," he called to her over his shoulder.

"Will do," she said back with a wave of her hand.

Squall scoffed and shook his head as he thought about Hans and his damn cell phone. That bastard always loved to take pictures. He never meant any harm by doing so, he did it mostly out of his own amusement. Knowing Hans, he'd forget he even had the picture before his first cup of coffee the next morning.

He looked at the picture of him and Rinoa, a smile curving into his lips as he thought about how she molded against him in an embrace. She slept so soundly, the soft and rhythmic sounds of her breathing like a lullabye to him.

His thoughts were broken when the door to the tour bus opened up and Irvine suddenly filled the frame. The cowboy's eyes widened for a moment when they locked onto Squall and he glanced behind him. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Hey," Squall said back, frowning. "I didn't know you were in there."

"Yeah…um." Irvine turned his head to look back into the bus and suddenly Squall saw another face. This one was of a woman around their age, her brown hair tied back in a bun that was messy and disheveled, and her lips had the same pink shade that Squall now saw was smeared along Irvine's face.

The woman bashfully squeezed her way past Irvine and the two had a very awkward farewell that was made up of soft and short utterances of words. She hardly even lifted her eyes to Squall and then she was gone.

Squall didn't even watch which direction she left in. Instead he placed a hand on Irvine's chest and shoved him back into the bus. With his blood boiling, he slammed the door behind him and knocked Irvine onto the couch so hard that the cowboy saw stars.