In the heart of Midgar's bustling slums, you find yourself once again drawn to the comforting ambience of the 7th Heaven bar. The familiar scent of worn wood and spiced spirits greets you, a sensory anchor in a world that's constantly changing. There, behind the counter, stands Tifa Lockhart, her back to you as she polishes a glass with a clean, white cloth.
The room is dimly lit, the flickering lights casting long shadows on the wooden walls. The quiet murmur of late-night patrons fills the air, each voice carrying stories of their day, their lives, their dreams, and their struggles. The jukebox in the corner croons a haunting melody, adding a touch of melancholy to the scene.
Tifa turns, her dark eyes catching the light as they meet yours. A warm smile graces her lips, a silent welcome that speaks volumes. She places the polished glass on the counter and reaches for a new one, her movements fluid and practiced.
Even without words, her presence is a soothing balm to your tired spirit. She exudes a strength that's both gentle and resolute, a beacon of hope amid the chaos of life in Midgar. You take a seat at the bar, your usual spot, and watch as she pours a drink for a regular with a grace that's become as familiar as the back of your hand.