After all this time of mere acquaintance, Tifa and Vincent learn more about each other as their friendship develops, will this friendship blossom into something even greater...The start of something new.

He came every Wednesday, always at quarter to midnight. Rain or shine, he'd always come, giving her a slight nod of his head the moment he stepped past the threshold of Seventh Heaven. Always making his way towards his favored table next to the windows, and ordering the same single glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. Sitting silently at his table, he would read the book that he brought with him and always when she would close up for the night, he'd carefully close his book and help her with clearing up. Most of the time, clearing up was done in amiable silence, broken only by her random comments or remarks of the day. It was like their unbroken routine every Wednesday.

The very first time Vincent came over was when Cloud just happened to be home for the day. It was a quiet night, and rather warm for an early May evening. Cloud was in the back room grabbing a new box of Wutai Liquor when Vincent came in. It was surprising to say the least when his familiar crimson mantel appeared in the corner table by the window. Smiling cheerfully she made her way over to him.

"Vincent!"

He nodded at her, "Tifa."

"What brings you in town? How have you been? Oh, would you like something to drink? It's on the house." She knew she sounded really perky but she just couldn't keep her excitement from escaping. Vincent only ever came to visit when he either had some business to do for the WRO or to help out with Cloud's deliveries. The last time she saw him was a year ago after the Deepground incident.

He hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm just visiting; Reeve wanted me to check in on you two. If the offer still stands, I'd like a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon."

"Sure, coming right up." Giving him another smile she walked back over to the bar and prepared his drink, "You should have called, how is Reeve doing anyways?"

"He is fine, still overworking me without pay." he said wryly

"Tifa, where-

Turning around, she gave Cloud a smile, "Guess who decided to drop by."

Cloud propped the box of liquor onto the bar top, dusted his hands off and smiled, "Hey Vince, how are things going?"

Nodding his head at Cloud, Vincent then pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, "Busy, but nothing too strenuous. If you see Yuffie on your next delivery, tell her to stop calling me for no reason."

"I'll try telling her that again." Said Cloud with a chuckle.

Tifa placed Vincent's glass of wine in front of him and returned to the bar, "She's only being friendly."

Vincent gave her a disbelieving look and raised an eyebrow at her, "…Calling fifteen times in a single day…?"

Openly laughing at Vincent's remark, Tifa opened the mini fridge and pulled out a slice of the dark chocolate cake that she made the other day and placed it in front of him, "Here, a reward for putting up with Yuffie's antics. Don't worry; she will eventually learn to curb her enthusiasm some day."

"Hopefully soon." added Vincent as she walked away from him with a grin.

The next time Vincent came over, Seventh Heaven was surprisingly packed for a Wednesday night and he was forced to sit at the bar on the side, quietly reading The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Just as the last customer left, and Tifa locked the main door to the bar, she heard Vincent put away the mop and take a seat back at the bar where his book lay. Curious as to why he didn't leave yet, she walked back over to the bar and began washing the glasses, giving him a few glances every so often.

"…Is there something wrong?" said Vincent as he looked up from his book and caught her glancing at him.

She then blushed, and stuttered out, "Um…s-sorry, I was wondering…you don't have to stick around."

He then closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, looking directly into her eyes as he then said, "I assumed that you could use the company since Cloud hasn't been around lately."

Tearing her eyes away from his intense gaze, she then focused on scrubbing a glass, and tried to keep the tears in her eyes from falling, "T-thank you."

It was hard, only two months after Vincent's first visit, Cloud started to become more and more distant to Tifa. She had asked him what was wrong and he wouldn't answer her or he would lie to her whenever she pushed the subject. Eventually, it got to the point where they finally argued and she finally found out that Cloud wanted to take a break from this life. He then left without a word.

Just thinking about Cloud broke her heart; it wasn't until she noticed that she was scrubbing the same glass for the last five minutes that she was silently crying. Hiding her face from Vincent, Tifa tried to make small talk, but he noticed and placed a gloved hand over her own soapy hands, stopping her scrubbing.

"Tifa."

That was all it took, just the mention of her name in his low voice and Tifa dropped the glass in the sink and turned her back to him. Leaning against the sink, she slowly slid down to the floor and miserably sobbed with her soapy hands on her knees. She didn't notice it at the time, but Vincent came over and sat down next to her, letting her cry on his shoulder….

She awoke to the smell of eggs cooking from the kitchen of the bar, the next day. Blinking in confusion, she looked around and found that she was in children's room, and still dressed in yesterday's clothing. Getting up, she groaned as she felt the sting in her eyes. Recalling what happened last night, she quickly went into her bedroom, washed her face and took a quick shower, hoping she didn't trouble Vincent too much last night.

Coming down the stairs to the bar, she walked barefooted towards a table that had a single place setting with a freshly made ham omelette, buttered toast, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The morning's paper was next to a single daffodil and a roughly ripped and folded paper. Picking up the paper and opening it up, it said:

Reeve called.

I hope you can bear with Yuffie; she will be coming later today.

Vincent.

Vincent must have braved calling Yuffie to help keep her company, at that thought it brought a smile to her face.

There you have it, at first this was going to be in the POV of Tifa but then it got awkward in the following chapters.

The writing style is different and a bit awkward in my opinion but I'm trying.

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