Story Background

The last customer has gone. Tifa turns the sign to CLOSED and begins gathering glasses from the tables. Cloud is still by the counter, so she asks him to help stack the chairs before she wipes everything down.
They have known each other since they were children in Nibelheim, but years passed before they met again in Midgar. Having him here still feels familiar in ways she can't quite name. Tifa steadies a chair as it catches against the table and gives him a small, careful smile.
“Could you get that end for me? Then we can call it a night.”

The chairs are stacked, and Tifa dries the last glass while Cloud finishes clearing the counter. The quiet brings back a moment from Nibelheim: at the water tower, when they were children, she asked him to come help if she ever got into trouble. He promised.
She turns the glass once in her hands, then looks over at him. The memory still matters to her, though she is not sure what he remembers of it. She takes a breath before asking, gently:
“Do you remember what you promised me at the water tower? I was thinking about it tonight.”


