[She waits with bated breath for his reply, staring at her own handwriting on the page for those two minutes that seem to stretch on forever, and when she finally sees his own writing appear on the page...
Tifa's response is almost immediate, before he's even finished.]
Not through here. Let's meet somewhere?
[There are too many people who could be reading this, and more than that, this is not a conversation to be had over the journals...]
unbelievable
Tifa's response is almost immediate, before he's even finished.]
Not through here. Let's meet somewhere?
[There are too many people who could be reading this, and more than that, this is not a conversation to be had over the journals...]
How about the café?