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[ How many months has it been now? Avoiding him despite the initial kindness he showed her on her arrival here. And honestly, there's a small part of her that just wants to keep right on doing that. But working together doesn't necessarily have to mean being friends, does it? She's sure that on some level, all of them want the same thing. For once.

Besides, if Aerith is to be believed, neither of the resident Turks are actually really that bad—

Tifa almost cringes thinking of how Barret would react to that train of thought. Still, she sends the message almost immediately after, as if to prevent herself from thinking over it too deeply: ]

I'm not sure if this is the right number... Have I managed to reach Rude?
This is Tifa. Of AVALANCHE.

[Oh, that user name gave it away immediately without doubt. He knew who this was.

He was surprised to receive a message from her out of the blue like this.]

It's right. This is Rude of the Turks.

[ Honestly, she's still kind of surprised that she sent it in the first place... ]

I'm sorry to message you so suddenly.
I've actually been thinking that it might be good for us to get a drink sometime, when you're free.
There's a lot we probably need to talk about, right?

[It's a good thing this was text--even knowing its just business, it made it a lot easier to deal with through the device rather than in person.]

It's fine.

If that's what you want. Name a time and place. We can talk as much as you want.

[ She can't help but smile at the last comment. ]

Deal. I'll even promise not to punch.

[ Despite a somewhat more playful approach to the last text, she's not entirely sure she's comfortable inviting him to hers and Aerith's little home, though. So when it comes to time and place...

She attaches a location, something central, convenient for both, and a fair middle ground. ]

There's a nice little bar in the main part of the city. I've helped them out a few times. As for when... when are you free?

[ For her part, this month has been almost embarrassingly quiet, what with everything going on, so... ]

Sounds good.

Got a few free days. [Insert some time here.] Pick what you like.

How about [ date a couple of days later ]? 2pm.

Works for me. I'll see you then.

[Now to just make it through that meeting without fucking it up somehow. He didn't want to start a fight by accident nor get too embarrassing. Fine line of cooperation versus keeping his cool.]

[ And so, as promised, Tifa shows up to the aforementioned place a few days later, arriving a little earlier than agreed on to save them a seat; the place isn't horribly busy at this time of day, but it's always better to be safe and sorry. With the warmer weather brought by spring and a reasonably dry afternoon, she ends up choosing one of the outdoor tables for them, where they can enjoy the sun and the air.

(It's not really something she's entirely processed for herself, but she's missed the sun, and the sky.)

Her fingers are tapping awkwardly against the table, although there's still a small smile on her face when she sees Rude approaching, a hand raising in a brief wave. ]

Hey. Thanks for coming.

[ Not for the first time since her arrival in this world, she wishes she were a little more like Aerith, open and friendly and able to so easily see the good in everyone. Perhaps that's even part of what inspired her to message him in the first place. It's hard to say. ]

Did you want something to drink? It's my invitation, so it's on me.

[Rude wasn't consciously aware of the fact that he was grateful they were sitting outside--but in fact, he quite enjoyed the sun and warmth of summer these days. It felt good on his scales even hidden as most of them were behind his usual attire. It was certainly better than the cold winter months that he had endured this year as a dragon. He had not enjoyed that at all.

He approached casually, just another day at business, nothing to see out of the ordinary here. He sat himself opposite from Tifa and offered her a small nod of greeting.]

Hey. [ ... ] Sure. A drink would be nice.

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